Us vs Them

Love, your name.

What I called you at least.

What they called you didn’t matter

Because they didn’t matter.

And it was with they who didn’t matter that you left me

And I still hate you for that.

 

We would sit in the quiet and emptiness of the third floor

The home you had built for yourself above all others.

A heaven so appropriate for such a god.

You willed me to sleep in the arms of my true mother and lover

And taunted me with dreams of our life together and alone.

Apart from the rest. The rest who we would laugh at, from our perch in the clouds.

 

But I was not enough for you

I and the life I offered

My life. My heart. My soul.

All offered to you in willing sacrifice.

To be rejected by god is to be rejected by all there is

And it was you, my god, who rejected me with your end.

 

Love, your name.

What I call you still.

What they call you doesn’t matter

Because they don’t matter.

And it is I who is left alone now on the third floor

Cowering in your empty heaven.

She moves in the weak light

A theatre, old, decrepit, and left alone to rot by all but her.

A single weak spotlight falls onto the broken wood of the stage

Heavy with thick layers of dust.

Within this dull light she moves

She moves in a way so inhuman, so beautiful, so lost.

There is only silence at this

No gasps of delight or applause reward her.

She cares not.

She moves in the weak light

And it is reward enough.

Repeat

There are ghosts here

Moving in the corners of our eyes.

When we shift our gaze to capture their dance

We are met only by the blank eyes of our reflections

Smiling back at us mockingly.

But we are not smiling.