At Least Until This Fairy Tale is Over

Her bags are packed, left by the door. She looks away waiting for her ride to come. Just waiting.

You met her on a holiday. You can’t recall who else was there. She’s moved along and left you holding empty air. Empty rooms and empty halls fill the days you’ve lost count of and left an empty bed alone beside you.

You met her one late-summer day, or was it autumn, who can say? Like falling leaves you fell one for the other. The mornings were the best of all. The evenings melted into dawn and dawn again.

And then one day she said goodbye. Without a word, she said goodbye. Her eyes had someone else inside. You asked yourself when this all started.

Now every girl you see instead and every time you turn your head and all the names on every street, the colors of the sky at night, your bed at dawn—days pass you by, whatever tells you you’re alive tells you that you’re dead inside.

You keep her pillow by your own, wake up late each afternoon but still you wake up as alone. And then one day you’ve cleared your mind, you bring her back and let her slide away again.

Now mornings fade from grey to green and somewhere in the days between you catch an eye, she catches you and spends a night or maybe two. The hallway and the living room, the shower and the kitchen floor—what else had they existed for?

Now every smell of every flower, every early morning shower and all the songs on every street, the colors of the sky at night, her kiss at dawn, the rising light, whatever tells you you’re a man tells you you’re alive again. Yet stories like this never end like fairy tales.

With every smell of every flower, every early morning shower and all the songs on every street, the colors of the sky at night, her kiss at dawn, the rising light, whatever tells you you’re a man tells you you’re alive again at least until this fairy tale is over.

 

Published in: “souls arriving”: 2006 as “His story”: “Between Music and Dance” 2013 as “Beside You” : “Poems for Relationships” 2017: “3201 e’s” 2018  

4 Replies to “At Least Until This Fairy Tale is Over”

  1. Carole Eddington Carole Eddington says: Reply

    This prose poem is exquisite and so YOU, Kevin! Your writing has a lightness and spaciousness that I just adore! Not to mention your brilliant aesthetic mind! Well done, my friend!!

    1. kevinjtaylor kevinjtaylor says: Reply

      Thank you Carole. Too bad I live in the far North and so far from poets I admire; those who are conversant with ideas such as aesthetics and space. But I’ll get there some day and we can take this world for a ride. Peace Be. kjt

  2. This is such a beautiful use of language. It catches so well what I guess could be called (very unromantically) the cycle of romance. The imagery is unique and powerful and the rhyme is fun and helps create swings of emotion. Kevin, I think when I read an earlier version of this poem it had shorter lines which emphasized the rhyme and looked more like a poem than prose which it does now until you read it. I personally prefer the other arrangement.

    1. kevinjtaylor kevinjtaylor says: Reply

      Thank you. I’ll see if an earlier version still exists in the muddle of my world. If so, I’ll read them side by side. It’ll be like time traveling. If I can’t find that version I’ll re-create one. Cheers!

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