Julianna May

Our tale is one of tragedy. 
It begins on a starry night;
As young lovers we meet
Your smile capturing my heart
Upon the first glance. 

We walk and laugh and joke,
You are excellent with words.
Taking my hand in yours
You lead me to the waters edge
I jump. You told me you’d follow.

As I drown in these waters
You grab her hand, lead her
Where I wanted to follow.
I call to you, you both laugh.
I pull myself out of the murky water.

I am tainted now, with the mud,
The smell of the rushing river.
I watch as she leads you 
To the brink of that same stream.
I watch you leap, and she stands.

You realize what was done to you
And yell out for her to return,
Just as I did yearn for you.
I take pity and grab your murky arm.
Helping you, as you did not help me.

We resume our walk, laughing,
Full of hope; both tainted by the silt.
I am closed now, my heart behind walls.
You long to jump in again, with me.
I dare not trust. I dare not jump.

And this is where our story ends.