You were set
up, doomed from the start.
It was inevitable that you would go.
Your friends,
your family –
you heard it from strangers,
from teachers,
passers by –
and it was true: you had
it all.
Good looks,
great bod,
the voice,
an attitude that entered
the room well in advance
of you.
Off you went
to The City, carrying
nothing more than a quick change
of clothes and your heart.
You weren’t there long before you fell
in love.
Despite the warning signs –
Bridge Out
Dead End
Slippery Surface
Uneven Surface
You – Should – Have – Bought – A – Squirrel!
This is a dark ride
– you fell into the deep, dark despairing
pit of love.
But it was bliss,
all that you ever hoped for,
the reason behind your existence.
We miss you.
We mourn you.
You fell in love with yourself, turned
into yourself…
and disappeared into yourself.
* * *
Okay, so here’s what happens when you practice alchemy. I took the Poetic Asides prompt for today (danger poem) and blended it with the NaPoWriMo 2018 prompt (a Narcissus myth-based poem). I’ll be cleaning up the laboratory for a few days….