Sylvia

Can you hear me,

You hollow shell of a person?

Can you hear me,

You memory of mine?

You, who raped my mind

And sent a crack

Down my heart like

A lightning-bolt, quick.

I know too true that this

Would be the way we ceased.

I knew I said forever,

But the pain was just too real.

Too real for the pretend

- Pandora’s jar’s last gift -

Too consuming for an endeavor

From which no just reward

Would possibly present itself

Or otherwise slide into my soul-

As you had long ago

When it was too late.

Too late to fix the mistakes

Of my own ignorance and

Adolescent obliviousness

I’d sworn to make things right.

My  best friend?

More married at times,

Despite the now obvious reasons why

I would rather be proven wrong

And sentenced to an eternity

of hell’s grand torture-

Placed on Lucifer’s frozen lake

With all the rest of the traitors.

Do you remember our “son”?

The orphan rabbit you found

Alone in the garden?

His mother dead, ten feet away?

I’ll bet you can’t remember-

Not even my face, or my name.

Admittedly you probably tried

To forget this traitor’s place.

I broke my vow to save my soul

And I can honestly say that I’m happy.

Can you hear me now,

You hollow shell?

I’m over our tragic tale.