Poem: Fables on My Lips

Reframing a past relationship

As if glass bead bracelets,
play dough seasonal fruits
and furnished dollhouses,
for two and a half years
I kissed an idea designed by me.

Cozy chessboard I patched
for the potential of us.
Played all the knights,
the bishops, both queens,
goodbyes and in-betweens.

Cried enough water to
grow all those promising gardens.
Flickering ornaments were
hung by only two hands
in the walls of our hopes.

For I had assumed to be 
tied to the train tracks,
but the road was carried
home within my backpack.
The station was named after me.

Within our fantasy kingdom,
I loved and was loved in return.
But never by you.
Now that I’m mended I see— 
why you played us for so long.

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