These visions lie in wait.
Skillfully catching my eye.
Calmly walking me back,
with the ease of an escort
well practiced with the willing.
There was a time.
There was a place.
Like touches that came easy,
tomorrow was just fingertips away;
so known and trusted
we could sleep all morning
and not waste a moment.
In that space we held
everything,
as a jealous day leaned in
to steal a glimpse;
when it seemed we could always reach far enough
to find each other;
when time was a careless companion
we didn’t know to cherish even more.
In such quiet sureness,
a promise of the heart
doesn’t leave easily.
Someone had to reach out.
Someone had to refuse.
—
What was it that was said?
What was it that was heard?
What pulled
till it broke
when we lost sight in each other?
That pebble stone of a time
was not at all the way we were.
It was only the way we were
for a moment;
like some bad stumble
on a day when we’d been walking that way forever.
A last step,
badly out of tune with the first;
careless and cruel;
lying it’s way to the stage.
It wasn’t the way we were,
but it was the way we were
last.
Here for a moment;
are echoes of promises;
of feeling’s memories
that mix (mixing) with the air
to breath for years;
of gentler last words
that touch each other once more,
before slipping a last breath into the silence.
No fault.
No blame.
No apology
for carrying a piece of the loss
in a pocket each day, since
even loss can feel precious
when it still carries the scent.
I catch you in a glimpse
and feel the caress of your face
in my smile.
Like touches that came easy,
when we could sleep all morning
and not waste a moment.
There was this time;
There was this place;
where who we were lived;
when a jealous day leaned in,
and time was a careless companion.