Landslide.

We lived high, upon the mountain,

the streets could not seduce us anymore. 

Far away from the sounds of the city,

no traffic jams on our way into work. 

All we could hear was the sound of the ocean

slapping playfully at the lazy shore,. 

Here we could celebrate in silence,

serenity filled every corner of our home. 

And all we knew, all we needed was beside us,

here was somewhere we could grow old. 

I was always frightened,

afraid of losing you. 

So everyday, when I came home,

you would be endlessly accused. 

I could not swallow my paranoia,

insecurity was eating me alive.

All the hurts from the past kept piling on

until they were as majestic as Everest. 

That day, we woke early to trembling,

our house shook until we felt a sudden jolt.  

If only we had paid more attention,

and strengthened our foundation,

then perhaps we wouldn’t be awash in water,

or drowning in the seventh sea. 

This landslide was bound to happen,

since we noticed everything

but the cracks right underneath our feet. 

Fighting from late night into the early morning,

unable to admit defeat. 

Perhaps we weren’t meant to meet,

maybe life would be simpler

had our paths never crossed. 

All I know is that the landslide brought us down. 

We came crashing to the ground,

like lightning and thunder engaged in a fight.   

The comforts we worked hard to acquire,
went up in flames then sailed out of sight.