The best goodbye I could have given
The room was dark minus the faint glow of a candle. Bending over shapes and leaving a quiet radiance that danced over textures of wood and fabric. It all felt virtual, like if I leaned too far back into the couch I'd fall through endlessly. Smoke slid through the air, calm and winding across your form and towards the open window. You are menacing in the way a dormant volcano hugs the horizon before becoming active. Wind seeps from your vocal chords forming into combustible words that pelt my face and leave freckled singe marks, everlasting. In ways I knew it wouldn't work, but still I tried to shield you. When the pressure grew to be unbearable I laid snow over you like a soothing blanket, not expecting the avalanche of cinder and rock you gave me in return. Familiar pathways carved out by time and conversation soon covered in ash and lost in a moment's kiss, only recognized now by seasoned eyes. Those eyes still bewildered by your force, but no longer blind to the truth.. I saw you once as a brilliant mountain standing guard to my storm and allowing me to flow over you, and build upon you like an igloo safe from the gaze of those that don't understand us.. But fire and ice do not mix in this scenario. There is no ending in which I do not snuff you out or you do not melt me. And I loved you.
But not in the way I needed to..
