The Beauty of Greek Tragedies

By Daisy Dai

I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.
A stupid thing to feel for sure.

Of course, that feeling of passion was fueled
by the manic possibilities, the daydream fantasies of
who you could be, of what our relationship
would look like.

Now that I think about it,
you were nothing like my
manic fantasy.

I dreamed of you, sweeping
me away from my life.
That we would save the world together.

You with your idea of lowering carbon emissions,
Me with my app on reducing single-use plastic.

I dreamed of you, opening
doors for me.
A gentleman, a suitor of
hospitality.

One that made people envious
with your kindness.
Our love one of fantastical fairytales,
as timeless as Greek mythologies.

I dreamed of us bouncing across
the universe in our afterlife,
forever making the world a better place.

I looked at the stars and thought
we would grow old together,
with a love everyone spoke about as
something only God could have
dreamed of.

Pure. Lovely. Perfect.
Beautiful. Unbelievably Flawless.

How perfectly, positively wrong
I was.
An unbelievably flawless
execution of flying,
too close to the sun.

People ponder how Icarus could
be so hasty, so foolish
to not heed the words of
his father.

But how could you not try
and taste the sun when
darkness was
all you knew?

Those pure, lovely, decadent rays
kissing your shoulders,

That cool rush of waves
soothing your
beautiful, burning, body.

Purely Perfect. Unbelievably Beautiful.
Lovely. Flawless.

PC: Gaspar Uhas