"and I want you to know," she said,
"that IF we could go back,
do it all over again... . .
I wouldn't change much.
I would still let it crumble.
some things aren't meant to stand
the test of time and
let's face it...
we were never a sturdy church
even from the start.
when you craft a shelter
on too many old foundations,
the buried cracks
have a way of resurfacing.
and let's not pretend that
throwing bricks at each other
was ever the right way
to build a decent wall."
. "even here," he muttered,
"you've got it all wrong and dramatic.
we were never a building,
just a book we decided not to finish."
. "fine," she said.
"building or book, it still ends the same.
that story was scribbled
in the margins of old fairytales.
it was messy
it was illogical and
we borrowed too many words
from the epics of others.
but I wouldn't change the collapse,
wouldn't stop us from caving in." .
. "you're talking houses again," he said. .
. "it doesn't matter," she implored.
"the point is... .
I wouldn't rewrite the whole story,
wouldn't even finish the ending. .
the little things... .
the cruel words
the parting gestures
the way we closed chapters
by burning the pages before." .
At the request of many kind souls, I'm putting my poetry and writing into a little book, to be illustrated by @the_bohemian_introvert . .
Expect it to be available (and very affordable) in print and e-book over the next month or two. .
One-sie @segrasoul .
. 🎵Goodbye - Paul McDonald & Nikki Reed