Sisyphean

I gave you the ability to burn bridges,
completely aware of the consequences
but under the calculated assumption
that remaining still was effortless.

I mean, after all, it was supposed to be
a fundamental law of physics-
All things remain still unless otherwise beckoned.

I had imagined the weight of time to be as
light as the weight of your head leaning against
my shoulder...

Instead, it turned out heavier than Sisyphus'
burden.

I just wanted to stop the bleeding.

Pushing time forward meant the struggle of starting over.

Healing was for the sole purpose of feeling once
again, the sensation of getting your heart torn out.

Time is spilling over from its hands like water
in a water wheel, rushing downstream like a train
to its next stop.

What good is it for the soul to resist, to peg your
feet against the tracks and hold out your hands?

To step back behind the yellow line and let go-

Your face in the window, blurring into the grand
scheme of things...