Someone Should Have Told Us

A excerpt By: Chelsea Yerardi (my slizzle)

Someone should have told us of the incompleteness that's left after it all fades away. They should have told us of the holes that would linger long after the story is over; the last page always turned before the conclusion ever fully developed. We didn't know of the emptiness that wandered into the cracks, taking up residence where the former tanants had vanished, where we had left. The furniture still filled the quiet rooms, but our laughter and future couldn't be found under any couch cushions or hidden between the forks in the silverware drawer. The curtains still hung in the windows, but our memories and laughter couldn't be unfolded in the sheets, and no longer oozed out of the soap dispensers. We'd forgotten to put it in glass jars and save it for always. It was a mistake we had realized only now in the somber echo of the footsteps.

The cracks couldn't be filled: they were too deep. Where we had once found it in ourselves to live became just a distant entity that never seemed to promise anything but more lonliness. We pushed on because we had to - becasue the only thing worse than moving on alone was standing on that curb, waiting; waiting for those headlights that woud never turn down that street again, for those stars that would never emerge from the black of the sky, for those voices we had started to forget the sweetness of. So we - in different corners of this circle - walked on. We chose to accept the end as one we didn't have a choice in, as a beginning that would never truly finish. We'd take what we could from it, the left overs, the pieces; pieces we would never fit back together despite how hard we may try. But they were all we had left and we'd cherish them because of that.