I am writing about you,
not about a departure that hadn’t a clue
how a rainstorm can cleanse the soul
only to offer beauty in a glistening sunlight.
not about a sense of removal so far entrenched
the thought of an intimate challenge drowned
years ago in a quiet and truly silent voice.
Her silence far different than your own,
hers years of packing up motive,
of validating angst,
not the one of heartbreak,
when imagining how I picture you
in the splendid gait of an afternoon stroll..
No, in fact an eternal endearment,
a causal response to time and purpose
forever validation of beauty
in the arms af a lover,
who did one day look me in the eye
express love, and then walk away
with a quiet anguish,
never allowed to be intervened
expressed by another
wanting only to offer refuge in
an invisible demeanor.
I wanted you to know a safe love, filled with passion,
yet the caution of knowledge will always protect.
© Scott F. Savage 3/2020