Musings of a Part-Time Platypus

Hey y'all, I wrote this one last year, but am feeling angsty enough to post it. Here's to the valleys we tumble into before we climb mountains. Promises to a Bitter Child I refuse to believe that I will never see you again. I should forget the words that ring in my ears, Remember that they were lies masked in a vibrant life But still I Hear you calling from the treetops and clouds and the Heavy, wet raindrops that cling to my skin. Feel you gaze at me from roads and crosswalks And juicy apples.  I search for you, a distraught lunatic, though You are beyond the reach of my hand. We scampered down endless roads and let the  Wind carry away our giggles You threw me over a shoulder, spun me around We mocked the Sun and the Moon for not being As happy as us. You slowed at each crosswalk, zipping guiltily into Responsibility to hold my hand protectively. I should forgive you but I remember  You promised laughingly when I asked,  Sure, you would be there for me, forever and...

I really miss you. So much that it hurts. The tiniest moment of vulnerability, the smallest teardrop giving up, sinking down from my eyes to my lips opens up a world of agony. I will spend every single second of the rest of my life with you in my mind. Not at the forefront, but always lingering in the corner. Your voice will drift through my mind like a whispered breeze, the way it has done for so long. But in the cold, dark solace of night, I will hear your lonely sobs. I will see your flaming eyes and feel your heartbeat as clearly as if it were my own. You will be my lifeforce and my insomnia and my source of energy and the death of my empty heart as it caves upon itself. You will propel me to new heights, to reach the peak of every mountain and walk through every desert. But you will throw me deep into the ocean as you do, helplessly watching me drown. Leave me to freeze at the tip while my hands ice over, numb, missing your fingers woven through mine. Leave me to burn in the deser...