The Canyon
"For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'."-John Whittier
"The hour of the waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow."-W.B. Yeats
On a beautiful day
I drove to the canyon
And stood near the edge
The breeze sighed past my ear
A friendly question in air
In wordless response
I reached into my chest
And ripped out my heart
A heart of calcified stone
From a body with no home
With a single tear and all of my strength
I chucked it over the edge
The breeze cried out in dismay
And I watched its long drop
How it shattered on the rocks below
“The end of love!” it echoed endlessly
“The end!”
2015
About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.
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