SEALED WITH A KISS

 

SEALED WITH A KISS

These promises, small as atoms,

Yet heavy with the weight of trust,

You shatter them, one by one,

Each fracture a crack in my belief.  

Your voice, a siren's call,

Wraps excuses in honeyed tones,

I surrender, moth to flame,

Knowing the burn, yet drawn still.  

Why these veils over truth?

Do you think they shield me,

Or merely delay the inevitable sting?

Each one a pebble in my shoe,

Unnoticed until the walk becomes a limp.  

Perhaps they salve your conscience,

A balm for the wounds you inflict,

But they fester in mine,

Turning sweet to bitter.  

You point them out, these flaws,

Like stars in a clouded sky,

I might have missed them,

But you insist on their shine.  

Now, I parse each syllable,

A detective in a room of mirrors,

Seeking the truth behind the reflection,

Doubting even the air between us.  

Once, your words were gospel,

Each promise a brick in our foundation,

Now, the walls wobble,

And I brace for collapse.  

I wish for the days of blind faith,

When your voice was a lullaby,

Not a puzzle to solve,

But those days are dust.  

Yet, here I stand,

Still tethered by hope,

Or perhaps by habit,

Waiting for the truth to surface.  

So I listen,

To the spaces between your words,

Hoping to hear the unsaid,

The truth you can’t yet speak.  

And in that silence,

I find a fragile peace,

A waiting,

For what might yet be.