I saw a dream die today.
It was a wondrous sight.
There was a tiny crack, a slight sigh, and a little redness.
Then some tears and that was it.
Death came so soon, it was barely worth the living of it.
I saw it in his eyes, and I wish it was reflected in mine.
This dull, sparkle-less sight that I have.
I wish it would have seen the same pain.
I just kept repeating a litany, and he finally understood.
Oh! The relief.
He finally understood.
And I stood and cried with the relief, till I thought it was my heart which had broken.
Mine was intact. It had always been.
I broke his heart, and I shall pay the price.
On a slightly off-topic note, isn’t it wonderful that I sit here thinking of my karma, while he walks the streets alone?
It’s fitting that his last words were “I deserve better”.