Distractions

I have found in my life that mothers aren't enough;
That time spent isn't all good;
That sharing a bed will never be as empowering as the flash of skin, the flicker of screens.
And that teenage suicide is never explainable past the record conversations across telephone wires.
Changing passwords and states of mind aren't nearly enough to sustain matrimony.
That there will always be a puzzle piece missing.

It is never enough.

The stars are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
That,
And all I need to keep my life from crumbling like the sand in high tide.
Keep me youthful.
Hold me forever in the flame we share to make death come quickly.
It will all be forgotten and left to dry like the faces of everyone realizing that they,

They are not enough.

This is my eulogy.
The pieces will be mailed to you in magazine clippings and you will piece them together in your sunday crosswords over coffee.
Do not forget my darling,
I was not enough.

by oliviaisahorridpoet
posted on 01/02/2008