Two Souls Still in Love

Priya Kumar

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She looked so beautiful in her midnight blue dress.

Her lips parted, eyes glistening under the incandescent lights — as she waited for my response.
And in that moment, I almost lost my resolve.
This woman that sat in front of me,
I had once loved fiercely;
but I knew I was here to do one thing —

Break her heart.

As if she realized that there would be no happy ending.
The tears welled.
Pooling. Spilling.

Each drop was her soul crying for the lost dreams —
This tear held the sadness of kids we talked about but we would never have.
This tear…was the white picket fence.
Oh, and this tear?
Was the dream of forever.

And as each dream fell from her soul.
She squared her shoulders and braced herself for the inevitable.

We had tried.
This past year had been all about trying.

To fix. To move on. To have the future we always wanted.

But somewhere we realized that there was too much hurt
and not enough love to save us.
And the worst part of this realization?

Two broken souls
Still in love with each other
Having to say goodbye to our dreams of happily..ever…after

I’m sorry, I said.
We tried, but it just wasn’t enough.

She looked away, as the tears spilled.
My first instinct was to pull this woman of my dreams into my arms.
But she knew any touch would break,
would shatter her –
She stood up.

Looked me in the eyes and said

             You will always be my dream.

And like that she was gone.

Now all I can do is repent my mistakes
that led to the demise of our relationship.
And curse the universe for still loving her.

I would hope he had felt that way when he stood there staring me in the eyes at dinner, breaking my heart. When my engagement fell apart, and I had lost the one I thought was the love of my life… How the heart heals – its beautiful. For you KB; may you find happiness – always. 

V. Tach

Priya Kumar

They say the only tombstones you see are at graveyards.
Erect, etched in stone –
Names of loved ones past.

They forget to tell you the tombstones on an EKG
…the ones that cause the blood to be drained out of your face
As you run into the room…

Finding your patient
slumped over:
Cool. Clammy. Pulseless.

Tombstones.
How morbid.

Both foreshadowing the afterlife.
Both in its wake will leave pain.
One commemorates a life.
While the other robs it.

You start your ACLS and pray for modern medicine to work.
But just as fast a you saw it rise –
you see nothing now but glassy eyes.

Eyes looking up – you hope – at a light that’s warm and welcoming.
Not this fluorescent tube light.
Illuminating a room full of strangers dressed in shades of blue & green.

And as they call time of death:

They will never forget.
How quick that electricity went from –
Sinus.
To Vtach.
To Asystole.

So No.

You don’t have to walk through graveyards to see tombstones.

Sometimes all you need is a Tele Box
and a dying heart…