I looked Him in the eye,
asked if He might know just why,
what it is that compels me
to miss something I no longer
felt desire
felt passion
while across the city there lives
a mystique
lost in the horizon of my dreams,
I am no longer able to recognize even a smile
on a sunny afternoon.
Yet, tonight, while the moon grows
I could imagine she
would feel a similar
urgency,
quiet in her own peace
a memory,
not flaunted by any means
more the discretion of beauty
in the lives of two
lovers, who did recognize a time,
and now today,
have to imagine
their own separate
moon.
Recently,
I stood upon the precipice,
wasn’t a first time,
certainly not the last,
there were reasons,
names, experiences, trusts,
and her,
there indeed the notion
of any aspect of her mind
feeling compelled to blame,
I would in all my heart and soul
live forever to allow her life
to be the peace she would
once imagine,
when we were each
held
in one another’s arms.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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