Persephone Plummeting

“This one was meant for you.”
You handed me the fortune from the cookie,
Beautiful things await you.

I put it on my mirror next to the picture of us
And neither has moved since.

Weeks later you wordlessly left me.
I got the letter after they had already begun to brainwash you.
Okay, no big deal, I could wait four years.

Neither of us could have known,
The only thing waiting for you
Was a scared fifteen year old with a gun,
Doing what he had been brainwashed to do.

I would never forgive you for leaving me.
I could have kept you safe.
Screw the beautiful things; I was waiting for you here,
And you just left.

When you came back it was in a box.
I couldn’t even see your face.
That perfect creation that I loved to kiss was cold,
I would never even get a last kiss because there was about six inches of wood in my way.

All I can ever do is wonder if I was the last one to cross your mind—
If I ever crossed your mind at all.
A million times over I have imagined what your last words to me would be.
I have decided the last words you handed to me will have to do;
Beautiful things await you.