Castle Of Bones Poem by Scott Davenport

She had slow curls in her hair

and the sunlight angled in through the window

painting gold bars across her skin.

She became a study in shadow;

contrasts of light and dark.

I could hear her breathing

and I hung on every one.

My eyes smiled as she lay there

No arms are big enough to hold her

Why'd she pick mine to slip through?

Here I am, a castle of bones

just inches away but alone.

How very old I feel at this moment

How the Hell did I end up here?

The weight of love crushing us both

she just doesn't know it yet.

But I've read the script

Like a flower in the cold

it's just a matter of time.

I won't wake her. Not yet.

I'll let her finish the broadway production

Afterall, we bought two tickets. Non-refundable.

We've had enough for both lifetimes.

It was proper medicine, but tasted like poison

and a swarm of bad ideas.

Only problem is... the regiment of hard to swallow pills isn't finished