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