eulogy on broken strings ✯ poetry

v. - strings of flame

strings of flame, is it even a surprise that they blazed so bright?
the first of many new bonds after uprooting the family tree
as the unfamiliar face tangled between those who'd had their whole lives
somehow I was approached by a soul so kind and caring who chose me

the years passed by, but our bond remained strong until, inevitably
I had to leave her and all the others behind, evolving too fast for them to keep up
the strings, they stretched, but I thought they'd hold, clearly I hadn't learned
I still don't know if I chose correctly, and I just want the turmoil to clear up

now I don't know how she even feels, and I'm too fearful to ask or talk to her
I'm smoothing over the bumps of a relationship that might not even need fixing
she acts like nothing ever happened, like we never fell apart
but she never really gave any signs that we did, was I just not listening?

now we just act like friends but strangers, like strangers but friends
and I saw her on the street just yesterday
I realized how little I really know about her
didn't even know how to act or what I could possibly say

she waved to me like it was something we'd always do(ne)
she said "hey" like I was her best friend, so I did as well
for a moment, it seemed like nothing had changed but we haven't talked since
in leaving her behind, I've been abandoned, as far as I can tell

it wasn't my choice or intention, but the strings are tangled around her fingers now
and though they don't exactly seem broken, in my mind they've already burnt down