I’ve been plagued by a serious case of writer’s block. In an effort to overcome it, I asked someone special to come up with the first sentence to a poem for me. It started as a simple writing exercise, but quickly turned to something much more personal. It’s fairly ordinary, but I thought it may fit well on here, so I hope people enjoy it.
Two years later, and I still can’t forget that face.
That pale face.
Those soft lips.
Those innocent eyes.
Two years later, and I still can’t forget that look you gave me.
How your gaze pierced my mask.
How you smiled at the thing underneath.
How you held that pitiful creature.
Two years later, and I still can’t forget how you clung to me.
How your tears streaked down your face like stars across the sky.
How your pain bled into me with each sob.
How you made me swear never to let go.
Two years later, and I still can’t forget that promise you made.
That one where you told me you would always be there.
That one that turned out to be a lie.
Or did you mean you would only be there in my lonely dreams?
Me & a mask 