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Summer


Gone like the wind

One Sunday I mean

She took her Hollister jacket

And brand name shoes

Then simply vanished

 

Out of sigh out of mind I guess

But not quite because I still remember

The sound of her breathing

Soft like the summer breeze

Tickling my cheeks

 

Her hair was ivory smooth

And her eyes were deep pools 

Of midnight hot chocolate

Warm and calming

They were home to me

 

Her laugh was sleigh bells in the winter

Frozen yet warming

Magical and teasing

Her laugh saved me

From myself that is

 

Not that I thought I needed saving

Everything was going well

I felt higher than a kite most days

And when I didn’t she was there

Or maybe she wasn’t, I forget

 

But she did know me

She knew my deepest fears

And my most guarded hopes

My eyes betrayed me to her

Only ever to her

 

She noticed what the others didn’t

She saw the pain in my smile

And the vacancy in my eyes

Even when I myself

Simply couldn’t

 

Recently I’ve been forgetting a lot

These days I can barely remember

The way she took my hand
And whispered

She would never leave

 

Not like the others she would claim

And she did distinguish herself

With loving caresses

And tender words

I almost believed her

 

But somewhere deep down I knew

She was not really any different

She too would abandon me

In my time of need

Just as they all did

 

You see the line was blurred for me

Lovers and friends aligned

They became tangled

And while she was my friend

I wished for a lover

 

Too much I know

Too much to hope she would see

The way I needed her affection

More of it than she

Was willing to relinquish

 

She had boyfriends

Several, actually

All of them faded

Into heartbreak and long nights

Until eventually only I remained

 

And I thought that was enough

That I stayed by her side

When everyone else

Faded as their love did

In the end I was no better

 

In the end I left too

Well she left me

But I didn’t give chase

So I guess in the end

We lost each other

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