Carved In White Lines

A coo lab with an amazing poet and human being, Madalyn Beck.

The chilly air brushes my cheek
My hair falls ungracefully
The leaves are rustling
Playing a game of tag
With these unmoving stones
Bearing unmemorable names.

Six feet of dirt dampens my spirit
Till I see her standing over me,
Her hair dark as the fight
We had that fateful night,
My heart heavy as my headstone
That reminds her of the pain.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to him,
Praying the leaves won't take
My words on the wind and make
The memories play before me.
I struggled after all this time
To hide from that fateful night.

I try to say the words back to her
But my words can’t transcend death
Like my love for her does.
How I long to hold her one last time,
Telling her that the fault lies with me
For doing then driving the white lines.

I should have known better than to walk away
To leave you alone a year ago today
You went crazy and took out your anger
On a few white lines straight up the nasal
I blame myself for hating you
for being naive and believing you
I knew better than to leave you like that
And the price I pay is a guilt that lasts.

Darling how I wish you could here me now
When I say please don’t take any blame
For what was clearly my mistake.
With you I had it all, but the greed in me
Made me put my addiction ahead of you
And the happiness you deserved.
Why oh why did you stay too long
When you could’ve done better than me.

I remember you always telling me to leave
I wonder if you would tell me that now?
The cold autumn air seems to rush through me
Or is that you I am really feeling?
I can barely taste the remembrance
Of you, of who we were back then
Maybe this is for the best
The past resting with you in this grave.

Now my final regret rests on a tombstone bed
That I laid you down to forever sleep
With nightmares from eternal unrest.
Haunt me now, haunt me forever,
Not because of your love for me
But because my damned soul doesn’t deserve
A moment of peace.

I lay on this mound of death and dirt
Dead you, dead past, dead us
But like you lived, you've been put to rest
Dead and dirty with all of your drugs
I brush my hands across your grave
And leave you a final gift
Another white line on your tombstone
Another quick and final fix.

Author's Note

THanks Maddy, was such a pleasure to work with a talent like you.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Wonderful job to you both. I love both you guys, awesome sauce (to quote noodle). :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you Ana… appreciate the kind words… and awesome sauce is my word :)

[Matching Socks]

Oh cool! :)
You've started a trend!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Actually I got it from a commercial :)

[Shannon April Alice]

very cool. hard to make two voices cohesive in writing poetry...this was beautiful done. like a dance.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you so much, we both appreciate your kind words.

[Corset]

Some will that their addictions to the grave, literally, and we all have them, they rule us, our minds make excuses for them, create reasons as to why we need them, our bodies craving it until we justify it in our own mind, and our mind justifies it to the end. My brother just out of rehab yet again, we all hold our collective breaths. well done you two!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you so much on the behalf of both of us.

[Corset]

my pleasure

[icelandicblue]

The outcome of addiction is so often death but we love who we love and we lament those things that happened at the end of the play. When we love someone with an addiction it is like loving a dying man or woman. It is a dance, unless you've done it, hard to understand. Everyone involved is a victim:

I try to say the words back to her
But my words can’t transcend death
Like my love for her does.

And that love is everlasting despite the difficulties found here on earth.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much for the review and sharing your thoughts.

[felioness]

Very nice...I enjoyed the dark story line.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed our collective creation.

[Marie]

This is a beautiful ballad between the dead and the living.

Over a grave, does it matter who was to blame?

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Good point, thank Marie.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Kismet sometimes brings fire...sometimes ice......but in the end...it seems like rain. Brilliant co writing guys!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much, glad you liked it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you guys really hit the mark on this one...I felt like I was in a graveyard at midnight, shivers running up and down my spine as I read the epitaphs on two graves side by side....thinking "now they are together."

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

We thank you kindly sir… that could very well be :)