He was prepping the fire
Loosening the rope
Preparing to sail the skies
He would float up above
Leaving no mark
He would leave it all behind
That was his plan, at least.
He had climbed in
But he had not cut loose
There was a thread knotted in his heart
Shining, strong, almost invisible
He could not wrench it free any more than he could wrench out his heart
Because the other end of this rainbow thread
Lay anchored to the ground
She stood just beyond the edge
Behind the horizon of his sight and his heart
But he knew
She was there
Like the moon knew the Earth was there and revolved endlessly around it
perhaps the rainbow thread was there too
knotted in the heart of the Man on the Moon
O man on the moon
am I fated to be like you?
year by year by year
yet you are never closer
to the other end of the rainbow thread
She smiled. He didn’t.
They were falling apart, a mutual repulsive force between them like the north poles of two magnets.
He had changed, she thought.
She had changed, he thought.
They both wondered if the other knew; if the other saw the doubt and the fear and the insecurity in their eyes.
Why force themselves to drift together and apart – walking almost parallel paths – when they could not reach out to each other,
Could not draw comfort
She was lonely more often than he was
He thought of her less and less
Except on days when he needed her
But could not, did not have her there
Would have gone to him in an instance
But there was a wall stopping her and pushing her backwards
It had a thousand angry eyes and mocking smiles
do you think he wants you there?
It had beautiful faces and perfect silhouettes painted on
They laughed at her
And she could not look away
So she withdrew into herself and hid herself away
She painted her own wall of
football players and lifeguards and her.
When he looked her way again, he saw
He wrapped himself in fire
She froze herself in ice
And together they
destroyed the world.