TRAGIC Poem: We both died in battle, by Elina Rindle

we build a home in the comfort of
bygone days, fueled by aspirations
of tomorrow, neglecting the reality
of the present. There, our existence
seemed to dissipate. Memories,
whimsical phantoms, the more we
reached for them, the further they run
down a road of elusive imagination.
Did I construct a prison for you,
confined to my mind, frozen in time,
unyielding and unaltered, woven into
the fabric of unrealizable potential. It
held the power to heal what had been
broken, blurring the boundaries of
where you began and where I ended.

my heart has mourned your absence
countless times, it has shattered and
mended. There are scars on my soul
that still whisper your name, only to
realize your scarcity was but a fleeting
illusion. I clung so desperately to your
body for within its embrace resided
what I thought to be my heart. It was
bound in an eternal cycle to breathe
or to suffocate, dancing to a rhythm
only we could sustain. Time was our
enemy, we fought it in battle. Swords
made of the very bones that held us
together, our armor like parchment
in a storm that continued to consume
us. Distance left marks on our hearts,
a self-inflicted wound. I guided your
hand to stab me over and over again.

Until we couldn’t remember who we were fighting.
Until we couldn’t remember what we were fighting for.
How often can a heart break until it can never be whole again?

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