Speck of Dust
For so long we have been so many things to each other_
Lovers, friends, companions, even enemies.
Your leaving devastates me.
“We’ll still be friends,” you say.
As if in the saying, your leaving will be less devastating.
I have loved you, yes given all I had to give,
But you say it’s not enough.
I wonder what more I could have given?
I have given my all_
My body, my heart, even my soul.
Given all to you_ I held nothing back.
My heart now bleeds at thought of your leaving.
You say you love me, but only as a friend.
What of the passion we shared?
Do only friends share such passion?
You speak platitudes. I die a little more.
The strong hand of pain takes hold of mine.
I know he’ll be my companion for a very long time,
But when he takes his leave, and he will.
I will still be here_ Stronger than before.
When that time comes, what we had together_
Will be as nothing more than a speck of dust on forever.
Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons