Dear Soul Survivor

I thought of you long and hard, and seasons came and went; the leopard slowly roamed the jungle, and the only thing I could think about was the long-lost soul that left me depleted and decapitated from the thought of you.

Enticed with the lullaby of your heartstrings that felt unstoppable and uncharted, hence it was a testament to the poison that you poured into me. As the rivers swayed to your hips, your lips moved with the truculent seduction that looked and felt good, but it only was disguising itself with elements of purity.

Fireplaces soothed the cold chills of a winter’s breakup that felt like a total eclipse of the heart.

The unfaithfulness indeed took a long time to arrive at my doorstep, but there’s no time like the present. You said you loved me, but how deep is your love when you cast me as a vigilante to your emotions.

It may be another day of paradise for another person, but I can confess to you, your time has stopped, and the clock is no longer working in your favor.

Your faithfulness is doubtful, as the cascading raindrops of the waterfalls are seen in your eyes.

Many would say, hold on, but I am saying goodbye, and there’s no sorry that hold on to the treasures we once shared. But, like everything else, you have to lose some and gain some, but sadly, you are one person I must part goodbye too.

The number of battlefields that I’ve witnessed in the spirit of love has not been worth it; as the table has turned, I ask you, how many battlefields have battled for my love, none! So, it is befitting that I pack my luggage and save my grace, and I wish you all the best.

You’ve auctioned my soul to the highest bidder and you didn’t hesitate to tell me that I was on the auction block until I was sold off to the ocean.

You thought that I would be worse off, but life has a funny way to work itself out in my favor, which gave me the upper hand.

I struck gold, and I can finally celebrate every tiny victory because I’m not here to be average; I am here to be remarkable. You thought you would get the last laugh, but I am the one celebrating victoriously.

There’s no time better than today to say farewell. It was nice chatting with you, but not every encounter is meant to last; it is like a fleeting train passing by, just like an airplane. In your eyes, I was just some simple person that didn’t deserve any better, but the ocean saw the value in me and snatched me up, polished, and gave me treasures to move forward graciously and confidently.

P.S. The price of a precious soul is never old nor rugged, but it’s a manifestation of an artifact buried in the dirt, waiting for the right person to dig it up and understand its’ value.

Yours truly,

Enchanted Twilight

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