Fancy Friday #2- Wherein I try to be Shakespeare (again)

For this Part II to make complete sense, you'll want to skip on over to PART I to read the beginning of Lilac's sad tale as told by her surviving boyfriend in the lyric story I'm calling SHUFFLE.

Part II:

My parents walk inside and see my head

Burrowing my hands into its cave

I hear the steady breath of my dear mom

Who never saw a soul she couldn’t save.

Are you alright? she asks as I glance up

And look away at once. I cannot see

The furrowed pity from her aging brow

She never knew my Lilac from a tree.

Son. Now Dad is steadying his voice

To bring me home, away, away, away

But I can’t breathe unless I’m here with her.

I’m sure that if I tried, there’d be no day.

Endless night is life without her quirks:

The playful fights, her sweetly fading smirks.

She loved to trick, to catch me in the dark

And now it’s done without her winking spark.

Without a word, with just one angry scowl

I send them off, those people who don’t know.

I’m glad I stayed when through the flapping doors

Walks teary eyes, stained scrubs, a face of stone.

They found this in her clothes, the woman sobs

But catches then the waver in her chest.

I thought that you should take it home with you.

I’m sorry. Then she flies away to rest.

Shock doesn’t wear, it’s fresh as its first sting

But I look down and in my hands it lies:

The only thing the car did not destroy,

I hold it tight, my consolation prize.

Absently, I touch the tiny start

The music player spikes its cruel knife:

“I Never Knew” is blasting, loud and clear

Into my ear, my brain, my hollow life.

She never ran without its constant hum,

The tiny box that bled her heart and soul,

And still it sings, though she will bleed no more.

This fragile thing alive, still here, still whole.