Turns out...
I only loved...
thoughts of you...
not you!

©  2019 Jim Davis

Wings beat in parallel with
The coordination of the wind.
With the growth of every feather,
Another falls out, totally ignorant of
The alluring desperate eyes.
Though I fly away, the wings
Of my future beholds the pieces
I took from the sincerity I left behind.
Now I fly away with the dreams to
Reunite those puzzles - with the
Permission of the stars -
That I stole away.

It's unusually refreshing to meet someone with such a confident personality,
Your unusual accent for a native—
The way, "Oh," sits on your tongue is superlative.
What a strange serendipity for you to come across me.

You ask about my inclinations towards music,
Listening to me wander about my playlists without a sound.
Drawing out the sound of my voice as your heart pounds:
It does the trick.

You warned me about things not to joke about,
Late at night where our minds aren't thinking straight
And my words slip as if fate...
Now you've left without a word, deaf to my shouts.

And here I am writing this poem,
Wondering about the impossibility of meeting somebody so close,
So quickly and intimately; with potential I suppose.
My heart yearns for your return, sadness its hymn.

Sadness and grief shrouded
her heart like a storm:
left aching with a world breaking,
yearning to be protected entirely
without fear of loss or separation,
an endless thought in the dark.