A collection of drabbles/ poems I wrote based on the season 3 finale when Burke left.
1. Two Lives, Apart
There's a tightness in the chest,
that feels like a prodrome of a heart attack.
There's a blurring of vision and tinnitus,
that feel like the beginning of a stroke.
Only, physically there is nothing wrong,
because physically nothing remains.
What's the point of sleeping
When every dream becomes a pure nightmare?
What's the point of talking
When nobody's demanding to know you anymore?
What's the point of moving
When, no matter how you try, you won't get to that place--
Where he's gone.
When he's gone.
Tears could be wiped off by paper napkins,
Arrested hearts could be revived by CPR.
But there are no tears,
for crying has become too exhausting;
There's no need for meds,
for the hearts' too broken as grief thickens.
Nothing.
But him.
Every thought of him
feels like another stab at the body;
another grab around the throat.
It is supposed to be a happy ending,
with a new beginning awaiting,
a beginning now ended abruptly.
All that remains is this fathomless hole dug out by him--
he who promised
would build a lifetime of love upon it;
he who was gone,
before there was time to set a foundation together,
before there could be enough tears to fill the void.
Today of all days is when she is ready
to walk down that aisle;
to repeat that phrase.
Only, it's all too late.
One second of doubt,
Two lives now separate.
If love is immortal,
so will this wound it creates--
on their wedding day,
the day he walked away.