pluie d'été

Jul 2014

Patrick Diaz

----you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                interesting
                                places
until you became one

      you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                breathless
                              thoughts
until you became one

      you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                happiness
until you became one

      you never paid
much
    attention
         to
                the worth of
                            someone's time
until you became one

      you never paid
much
    attention
          to
                 secrets
                        hidden on journals
until you became one

      you never paid
much
    attention
          to
                 love
until you became one

pluie d'été Jul 2014

16/3

i used to wish
that the sun
would stop wrestling
with the moon
and be up
at the same time

and then i realized
that they always were

pluie d'été Jul 2014

grey.

you won't understand
everything i am
about to tell you

and i won't listen
sometimes
when you talk
about the things
that don't make sense to me

you will frown
and i will scowl

and kiss away
the lines
the way you kiss
my swollen eyes
and make my cheeks
dry

you will go
for long drives
into the night
and i will wake up early
and go for long walks
and try be back
to kiss you
before the sun
reaches your eyes

i will turn down the music
and you will
turn it up

and i won't change the song
the way you will
or hide the remote behind my back
with a teasing smile
the way you do

but i will appear clueless
when you look for your watch
(it will be around my wrist)

and you will pretend
that time doesn't matter to you
(although it does)
and i will pretend
that time does matter to me
(although it doesn't)
and drink tea
inhaling cigarette smoke
while you drink coffee
and exhale
grey
into me

pluie d'été Jul 2014

At The End

i wish
the plucked
falling petals
of the daisies
in a pile
on my lap

were honest

'he loves you
he loves you not'

i would count them
each time

and start with the one
that would let
'he loves you'
come at the end

pluie d'été Jul 2014

16/2

"hold up
some fingers.
any number."

i hold up 3

and his heart breaks

because
that's the number
of times
i ought to be in love
for

and he knows
he can't be
the third

only the fourth