MARIA KRIEWALDT

Our Dance

Our Love immediate, instantaneous and perpetual.

Our meeting was loud and filled with inexorable joy. Under bright lights and a sterile bed, I gave you my first breath, One of the many first I would unintentionally gift you.

As I grew I yearned to talk back to you. To show how excited I was about our tiny world That felt so vast and hopeful. One day, jumbled and slobbery words popped out of my mouth, I made sure they were yours to hear first. I soon yearned to walk as you did, To run as you did. Another day, I did.

As I walked I knew my feet would inevitably take me back to you.

The world’s pain showed no mercy. It reared its ugly head at me unforgivingly. But you made my pain yours. You cradled it as you cradled me. Letting your sunshine radiate through it, Turning and morphing it into a Flicker, a glimpse of what it used to be. You carefully crafted rose-colored glasses, and bubble wrapped our world, painting rainbows and flowers to make it more desirable and digestible, For me.

Maria Kriewaldt

Time kept dancing its melancholy dance, So did we.

Except our dance was chaotic and clumsy. Not graceful nor delicate but Not because we didn’t want it to be, chaotic and clumsy was just all we knew. Dancing to a beat we couldn’t hear, Although we knew it was upholding its part steadily. Our dance was splashed with reds, yellows, greens, and blues, Creating new colors only we could see. It was filled with laughter and tears. We tripped but picked each other up every time. It was sometimes loud and frightening. That was all okay though. It was what made it profusely ours.

We danced through the years, Dancing our dance that we assumed would last incessantly. We danced and danced until We didn’t.