Her breath stained the April air <br />A lovely shade of grey, <br />“A person’s voice is the echo of her soul, ” <br />she shimmered, <br />her lilt bucking in half-laughter. <br /> <br />The trees stood like wooden columns <br />Holding up the sky, <br />“The city is just a petrified forest, ” <br />She smirked glassily; <br />She stumbled on the stones, <br />Said it was her repose, <br /> <br />And splashed into the brackish creek <br />Like someone’s anchor hitting Casey Jones. <br />Caught somewhere between sky and Hell, <br />April plopped on the ground like a dull bell <br />And guffawed like a beautiful lunatic. <br /> <br />I knew I had to get out <br />Before the bonds between us hardened <br />So I said, “I know this isn’t real, <br />This is only what we feel <br />Right now, <br />Eventually the hours <br />Will outstrip your shadow. <br /> <br />Her hair soaked up the heat <br />And turned her head into the sun, <br />“Reality erodes your mind, ” <br />She taunted, <br />Unwittingly belly-dancing on the sand. <br /> <br />Snarling winter came upon us <br />Like a shower-drain hurricane, <br />“You look good when you’re wearing water, ” <br />She kissed; <br />We never had a chance to change <br /> <br />Into our winter mindset <br />Where normal looks like strange <br />And strange starts looking normal, <br />You made me feel immortal – <br />That is, until I died. <br /> <br />I knew it was over <br />Long before we admitted it, <br />She slurred, <br />“I knew you were going to leave, <br />I just didn’t expect you <br />To say ‘goodbye <br />When I asked ‘why? ’ <br />Your heart was the part that didn’t cry.'<br /><br />Jesse Ellsbury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-a-beautiful-lunatic/
