So many people have come and gone . . . their faces fade as the years go by Yet I still recall as I wander on— as clear as the sun in the summer sky BOSTON
Your name remains: a magic word to conjure nights of springs long-gone. I muse upon your face, alone and find my heaven's hope deferred. Since unpoetic life occurred, Romance has gilded scenes long dead. Nostalgic memory has fed the embers of a fire you stirred. You turned and walked out of my days. I never heard your voice again. Yet memories of you amaze Engraved in my adoring brain. In labyrinths we wonder free to meet again eventually.
(Is this poem better indecasyllables . . . ? I need some feedback.)
Name of a City
Your name remains with me. A magic word To conjure nights and scents of springs long-gone. I muse upon your tawny face, alone And find my heaven's hope now long–deferred. Since unpoetic life and age occurred, Romance has gilded scenes that lie long dead. Nostalgic memory of you has fed The smoldering embers of a fire you stirred. One spring, you turned and walked out of my days. I never heard your feline voice again. Yet memories of you, intense, amaze Engraved for good in my adoring brain... On, through the labyrinths, we wander free To meet in time again, celestially.
Something Japanese: carp-pools, bamboo, some old monk . . . yes—Oriental !
it's weird meeting with people who actually loved you after months have passed this love that once strived to be permanent like conquering mountains but i shed it like snakeskin forever is way too hard when you're too selfish to love people back always chose myself did you know your feelings were the greatest gift i've ever known?
i thought if i arrived here early and gave you no set time i would have a bit of the morning to myself but you were already around the corner i knew you would be i know you well, too
i didn't let us go deep this rainy morning we should only go forward from here not backwards we talk hell, we live in small talk i say i thrive in summer you talk about the snow not much has changed and somehow weather preferences felt like the biggest incompatibility then the most mundane of compromises
didn't run to my own defenses or fall to your knees apologizing didn't tell you if i pray or who i've slept with or that i spent the last three days crying on the jumpseat we talk about the coffee shop i just came here to create a new memory stub out everything that was like a stale cigarette see? i haven't changed that much
instead i say i'm tired of sitting in the back of the plane as people probe and poke my sides like an insect asking for coffee with five packets of splenda i say new york is a drag most days i am lonely i wonder if i'm pregnant it's the only reason i stopped binge drinking i woke up and wasn't hungover thank god i wouldn't admit that i miss the noise of dry heaving over a toilet bowl
you didn't pay for my coffee or pour your soul out or drive me home you say you leave today you don't even say you came here for me because you are just as free to be so i nod and begin putting my headphones on before even saying goodbye i leave the conversation abruptly ending on a note about how many cape verdeans live in boston i grab my bouquet of sunflowers slip away into the brooklyn fog i was gone before you knew it all the effort you put to be here with me today for me to walk out the door reminiscent of what i did to you then on a smaller scale
you say "until next time" but you know i'll slip through the cracks like i do predictable me and even when you find me i'll be on the run
Cemented in my chest Were memories in the shapes of leaves Fallen to the sidewalk once it'd gotten chilly, we met in Philadelphia Outside some bar you got kicked out of And you broke your hand on the wall of The hospital next door You spent the summer relearning how to write in print and I spent it analyzing the irony in what had happened, Everything goes back to that night In Boston Cemented In my chest Are images of my first night out My The Wonder Years shirt and Cut off shorts, I was invincible Unstoppable we were Until the city lights Made their move and Swooped you away I stopped seeing you outside bars And behind them instead When we were kids I'd never imagined You in shackles made of taxes It's weird how we chose our paths You followed an addiction that filled your Bones when nothing else could I chose to stay empty My fear kept me from prison Your fear kept you from living What's a home when the cobblestone Was the first thing to rock you to sleep At 14? You had alcohol poisoning 13 times before Cemented in my chest Are what ifs Have beens What would I be had you never crashed into me that night when you meant to start a fight with some man you claim couldn't see the same blue in my eyes? Does anyone inside have my eyes? Because I see your hazels in every single city light
I moved to a farm last year To clear my mind Of what had been cemented In my chest since we were kids