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Lie to me
I am still falling from the heavens.
I want you to greet me. I want you to break my fall.
But you've already been broken.
I know there was no one to catch you, and you didn't fall where I am falling.
I know you won't be where I know I am going.
So I want you to lie to me.
Your fingertips still burn white hot in the palm of my hand.
It's the last thing I think I'll ever care enough to remember.
I don't want to have to remember.
I want my palm to burn again, though I'm reasonably sure
That the burn that now remains will be the last.
As it fades, I know that so too fades the fire upon your fingertips that birthed it.
And I know that the rest of your body will fade not far behind.
And I know it will never burn again.
And that's why I want you to lie to me.
I still hear your voice.
Your infinite, priceless voice
that could silence a symphony,
Still a hurricane,
Ignite a sun.
And every note I ever learned, or played, or sang was to you, and for you,
Though I always knew that you were beyond their comparison.
And deep down I know.
I know your voice echoes agonizingly more silent with each passing moment.
I know that your voice; your haunting, excruciatingly sweet, endless voice has been silenced.
I know now that you remain but a retreating echo…
I know that the voice of a goddess is no more.
So please lie to me.
The heavens have released me.
The earth has embraced me.
The void has claimed me.
At that moment I could be forfeited the seat of my creator.
I could be cast to merciless flame.
I could be condemned to some cruel eternal waking.
To life, to death, to better, worse, nothingness. It wouldn't matter.
Because I know I no longer have you, and it is all the same to me now
Black wings taunt overhead. And I know they can hear me.
I know they can hear me begging.
Begging you to lie to me.
Touch me with those hands
whose fingertips no longer bear flame.
Tell me you love me with your beautiful voice
which I know has escaped you for all time.
Hold me as I tremble with that body,
which I know is no longer yours, or mine,
or anyone else's, which I know has abandoned you;
abandoned the both of us.
Lie to me because no lie could ever hurt me this much.
Lie to me because I need to believe
that no death could ever separate us.
Lie to me because I cannot bear the obvious.
Because I know I've lost my life.
Because I know I've lost my soul.
Because I know I've lost my love.
Lie to me because I know that I am dead.
And because your lie is all I have left to live for.
- 2002 BJ Colon
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