Relinquo

It's been a while now, and those flowers of yours are starting to wilt...the pictures that hang portraying our past joys, nothing but a Utopian perplexity. I lay here in the darkest caverns of our long forsaken aspirations. I still look back to the days which our youth was new and radiant. You, my dearest friend, was always so pessimistic, sulking in the midst of your mind, hoping for an opportunity to grab you by the hand, and draw your destiny...but, that time never seemed to arrive, but still you hoped with every ounce of your heart, you didn't want to lose ambition, not now, not at this time, not with all worries and complications beating down on your heart, knocking you short of breath. Steady...I'm right by your side. Steady...you'll soon vanquish the demons that decay your contentment. Without my knowing, I repeat these words aloud, praying that wherever you are, you will receive the message. I glance over to my hands which hold your precious flowers, the once lively carnations, which, as time passes, allows gravity to invade their being, commanding them to face down, as if their longing to find their way to the underworld. I dare not lay my eyes upon my complexion, for it brings painful memories of yourself. i rustle the dry red carnation petals between my thumb and index finger. With hardly any pressure, they turn to dust under my overpowering hand. I now realize your fascination with this plant...it resembles your character so well. When caressed with loving hands, you'd bloom, filled with love, but once touched with taunting ones, taints the walls of your soul. This is exactly what occurred to you, and somehow I wished I was there to prevent it. The one time I wasn't present, those lovely walls we built together, started to cave in. I cannot lie, but we both allowed it to happen, to grow and deteriorate what we lived for, our pathway to Hell began when we least expected it, when we were the most vulnerable.