There’s a thousand different ways
I could spin it, slant its effect
My version of what happened
But truth has a way of seeping out
Even in depictions we try to hide
From the world and ourselves
Only a fool would dare bother- now
It seemed a bit odd and yet
Fashionably accepting, for even us
Maybe even too accepting
To look forward to a bit later
Like hours later, each night
As being some quick triumph
And then again further onwards
As in like tomorrow morning
Being somehow the new summit
To aim for, to conquer if but only
In the space in our convoluted minds
As far as getting over- it all, again
While we steep- in muck
Maybe in some foolish respects
That kind of mess we lived
Replaced what we had- and lost
And thereby replaced reality
Any sense of normalcy or love
And getting from here to there
In love was all a bit more perfunctory
Like breathing, unnotably
In our most mundane of daily’s
Perhaps along our heart’s pathway
We lost what it meant to be us
What it meant to love one another
When we threw the compass overboard
And simply headed to new horizons
Braving those head on waves
Unconcerned of the weather or hunger
As our souls simply sought
To bestow something greater to another
Without concern of what we might gain
Lacking any fear of landing anywhere
Least of all- here, in this place- today
All I know now, was in that moment
When our ship of love went down
Was seeing your image swim away
Until you were merely a mirage fading
You- never looked back once
I’d bet my life you would, I would’ve lost
Oddly, I feel now as if I won
I clung on the mast, and our loves flag
As I choked on waves of bitter truth
My body, my mind slowly grew numb
Floating off in the tide’s changing currents
Almost as if I remained, in nights darkness
Never setting anywhere close to-a bit later
As if they were tiny islands of refuge
That we had become so accustomed to
Until the charity of a drier shoreline
Bequeathing granules of time, spilt over
Offered me a place far from the wreckage
Of that shattered little sailboat of- us
Where the illusion of love existed
Far more than reality of love…for one of us
Poet of the Light © 2019
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