apersonaljourney – stories of love

I told someone close to me,

I wouldn’t be here,

the words just came out,

and like so many other occasions,

I couldn’t find a reason why,

I couldn’t avoid the beauty of a summer sky

or her eyes,

those that would let me see,

and want her to touch my soul,

with the depths

of sweet harmony

she could hold in only

a glance.

The tears would flow

like a river of lost paths,

everyone hoping to find some grasp

somewhere along our own

mysterious travail

the one we created

shifting the soil with heavy boots

those that trodden along the shoreline

leave an imprint of who we might be,

in that moment

at that time

in our lives.

Tonight before the clock turned,

I took a walk,

and with my companion checking out the soil nearby,

I glanced deep into a street where the darkness

enveloped my frame of mind,

like I was looking,

waiting to see,

then a bicyclist drifted by,

the occupant saying hello,

and I looked at my dog,

and realized for that one moment,

I wanted to be away,

but then reminders again,

stepped in my way.

And so it is after midnight,

the sky is clear, the stars alight,

I have music in the other room,

a familiar set of

piano solos,

there is some strange sensuality in my reckoning,

this sweet melody,

takes me places,

remembers things

suggests otherwise,

rather the immediacy

of no longer being.

A year ago I told a love, I said I would no longer be,

and yet hear me listening to her plead with me to be.

© Scott F Savage 5/2020

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