Rest in Pieces
R.I.P.
you love me
— you told me —
and
this love destroys you.
it can’t be held
in any whole way,
only in pieces.
two missing pieces
found with one another,
made to come together.
yet still,
fragmented,
separated,
barricaded
nonetheless.
like building a bridge
bit by bit,
but built piecemeal,
it could never stand
upright.
there’s no peace here,
or there.
nowhere,
no longer.
peace belongs to the past.
but please
let’s attempt
to salvage
what’s left
of our wreckages,
separate.
because
I love you
— you know now —
and
I will let you go now.
There is a quiet tragedy in trying to fix something with broken parts.. It’s the effort that counts, but sometimes the 'piecemeal' approach just reminds us of how much was lost in the first place.. This really hit hard..what an inkredibly written piece V.. 💌👏🏾🍃🕊💯
“Peace belongs to the past” landed heavily for me.
There’s something painful in the way this piece understands that love can remain real even when two people can no longer remain whole together. The image of building a bridge piece by piece, only to realize it still cannot stand, stayed with me.