Jade
Why didn’t I fight – why didn’t I fight for her until she said no more? No more. I let her bleach away; I gave up my pretty jade. Remember, I said. Remember that time we lost everything but each other? Everything but our poster-covered wall? No, I don’t remember, she said. I don’t remember that at all. She left to find a place she’d read about, where The sky wants rain so bad but just can’t, just can’t rain. And she faded like the space behind the knee in the denim of a sad old man. Don’t be fooled, I say. She isn’t happy. She will never be happy. Did you think you could make her happy? She and I, we didn’t need to be happy. We were once only, only once Invincible. And how did I know, you ask – How did I know we were invincible? In a painter who can no longer hold his brush, A mother who cannot remember her daughter’s name, or The hardened shout of someone who is seldom heard – I am sure these are sad Like I am sure we were Invincible.
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