To Eurydice
By Zac Holt
To Eurydice
I’m going to miss you when I am no longer yours.
Not that I was ever yours to begin with, but
I’ve dreamt of you running your fingers through
my hair as I slept in your arms.
You held me, Eurydice, and I felt whole again.
Weightless. Unsaddled of my grief and of my pain.
I can’t say that no one has ever made me feel
like this before, but no one has ever done it
quite like you do. Like a goddess.
Like something of myth.
There’s an antiquitous sensation with you
that I’ve never felt before. That I’ll never feel
again. Love me, dear. Kiss me while you’re here
and dance with me under stars
that will be renamed after you and I as one.
I’ll love you until you leave me,
and hopefully you’ll love me well enough
to keep me from dying when you go.
Zac Holt is a second-year creative writing student at The University of Maine at Farmington. He was a finalist in the Storm King Poetry Festival and has been published in The Cairn Literary Arts Journal, and has released a poetry chapbook “A Poet in Three Parts” with Bottlecap Press.
