Bone

Adam waited for his Eve.
He waited 21 years, searching through the Ellens, 
and the Ediths and Emmas.
Looking at them briefly, but always letting them pass by.


He waited patiently for his bone,
the rib she would one day give him.
Though his side ached and his heart sank
he waited in faith.


When his Eve came he rejoiced, 
and he turned his every focus towards his love.
Every thought became consumed with her.
Every inch of his being ready to serve the one he waited for.


But she wouldn't give him his rib.
Or even an extra moment of her time.
Eve told her Adam that she hadn't found him yet,
that she didn't want to find him.


While Adam sat restlessly
Eve jumped for joy.
"My Adam won't come for five or ten years,"
she proclaimed.


Adam kept trying to gain his Eve's attention,
to no avail.
So he gave up,
leaving his rib in the body of innocent cynicism.


Between five and ten years later
(If I were a betting man I would say closer to ten years,
this Eve was jarringly stubborn)
she became ready to find her lifelong lover.


She searched through the Alexs, 
and the Aubreys and Andrews.
Briefly flirting with each one,
but finding her rib not fit in their ribcages.


After a long trek filled with loneliness and despair
Eve died, alone.
The bone that wasn't her own 
punctured her stomach.


In the City of Zion
she walked through the masses.
One day Eve bumped into a man,
the man who once proclaimed himself to be her Adam.


As he stood in the filled city street
(with his good friend St. Thomas, 
I might add)
She asked him how he died.


He replied,
"suffocation",
then walked away,
ready to be comforted in the arms of his eternal lover.