An Ode To The Last Coward I Will Ever Love

October 1, 2015 | Posted at 2:18 am | by Keyaira (Follow User)

My braids are too heavy to chase you down the shoreline now. The waves are right here in front of me.
 

In the summer, it was easy. We blazed in a furnace of our passions and sweaty skin, but didn’t have the fuel to sustain the fire. So I began chopping down trees, and you opted for twigs.
 

I get it. Just “getting out of a relationship” comes with its own challenges, but so does loving a man in spite of himself. And there I was–ready to wait, ready to labor, ready to honor this connection, and you couldn’t meet me.
 

The waves were kissing my toes–ushering me in, yet I was obsessed with your shadow in the distance. I called and called and set text after text pulling you pulling you with strings made of raw spaghetti.
 

Until I finally had the courage to ask, “Baby, is there anything left?”
 

Committed to leaving, yet committed to making sure I stayed, you gave silence as a response. And although every star overlooking my ocean weeped as you became a silhouette of a home I will never have, I could finally feel the water right in front of me again.
 

You never owned it.
 
 

This post was originally published on KeyairaKelly.com.