Sisyphus, His Rock, Me and My heart

By Pallavi Verma

I did not fall out of love with you, I climbed out of love with you I made a rope out of the endless plans we made and knots that we could never untie I threw it onto the surface hoping the girl I was and the girl I wanted to be held onto it It was bright when we first fell, we were in love. As things settled, we realised we were in a dark hole in the ground For a while, we dug deeper hoping if we worked together we could make it out but that only landed us between a rock and a hard place We were surrounded by the sands of time mocking us, sifting through our fingers You wanted to stay and did deeper hoping to find a diamond that would make all this worth it, I knew I had to climb out before I'm buried in the sand you shovel So I climbed, my hands slippery with my tears and working in tandem like the minute and second hand of a clock I could say I didn't look back but I did, like a tennis ball I was being rallied between you and my future So like Sisyphus, I carried my heart up the hill and got out I left the rope and didn't look back The first thing I did was go to the beach, dig my feet in the sand and feel time move with me

By Pallavi Verma