Love Poem: He Watched His Kite,Her, Snap
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Written by: Connie Pachecho

He Watched His Kite,Her, Snap

He watched his kite,her, snap


her tail rises
in the sky
in the deep blue sky
i keep imagining of her
my eyes don't rest and lie,
my mind's eye, 
of her with a bird in hand,
the one she waved off …
that i dont imagine 
i keep watching her tail
so majestic
and buoyant 
... as if she were dancing,
dancing
with herself,
 in the deep blue sky,
her carriage
model perfect
of blemishes 
with the sun shining
off her inner beauty,
she would flutter
... flutter
to the right and left,
bounce, bounce
up and down
as i continue watching,
watching ...heartbroken
for the last time,
Of life passing by,
Her,
my eyes moisten
as she distances herself
away from me
the burdens of my life
Heartaches, heartaches that
always kept suppressed in me
i say, i wish i could have stopped her flight
and see her come alive
with me,
... me with
one fleeting chance
a chance
of a snowball of goodness for once
but hoping realistically
for just that one snowflake of a chance
one little snowflake that never dropped
... i keep watching
the once beautiful kite 
so lifelike, vibrant
especially her tail and direction
up in the blue sky,
a small dot now
... sucking the air out of me
as it became smaller
• i reminiscence 
of the past of how our love nosedived
into an avalanche 
before it started
... nosediving into sorrow and regrets
the residual of a piece of string not tying
not tying a loop...
i keep looking up into the sky
my mind oscillating, correlating
i see, clearly
her inner beauty capturing me
even from a distance
and now how ... i'm resigned to watching
so sadden
life unravel,
how can this be
or is that the line ... unraveling
again, how can this be
... the kite kept 
distancing itself 
fluttering itself ...
further away ...
just like myself
... the wind howling
its sharp teeth of injustice, life
grabbing me
i guess
i guess i was bad, unworthy
For her
for i hear ...
voices in my head
the once little birds in her hand crying,
crying
for not finding warmth
i hear a snap
is that for real?
i look,
in the deep blue sky 
turning over, turning shades of red
she's gone
and the voice of cruelty just laughing
just laughing at me 
for there is an absence, now
of that little tail fluttering 
with goodness,
with unattainable borders
that i missed and missed

connie pachecho 

3/3/17