How Could You?

You tore apart something so beautiful.

Did you forget?
My love,
the way you could hold my body so tightly.
You would dip to one side,
playful,
laughing as I shrieked into your chest,
catching me before I fell.

I didn't have to see your face to know your smile.
The corners of your lips would tug up,
guarded at first,
then
beaming,
radiant as the sunlight illuminating
your face through the glass pane.

Your eyes would shine
under long, graceful lashes,
diamonds of light
dancing off the green.

Later, those same eyes look through me,
devoid of all expression,
the masoners laying brick upon brick
around your heart-
a stone fortress-
to lock yourself away.
To lock me out.

My love, I lay helpless in this bed.
My body, feeling so deeply the lack of your presence,
of the safety in our unspoken promises,
of your warmth,
shudders and shakes,
wracked with sobs I can't release,
won't release,
because with every exhale,
I moan your name into the darkness,
another precious memory of you
escaping from my lips.

There we are,
my skirt flying as you twirl me
beneath a sky
scribbled with periwinkle crayon.

Here I am,
silent tears dripping down my cheeks,
boxing up your letters,
reaching into the farthest corner of my closet
to hide them from my sight.

My love, how could you forget?

How could you?