Between the screams of thunder,
the raindrops tell the story
of the one who left
and the one left behind.
…
You appeared on a night like this
elegant peace weaved on the prettiest of smiles
as I stood, frozen in the nebulous light
thanking God for such a piece of beauty.
You saw through the vacancy in my eyes
and the terrible lies in my jokes
embracing the lonelier side of my Past
and the broken parts of my soul.
…
The night falls cold on the damp balcony
we get drunk on the symphony of love
my sobriety gone along the 1980s songs
I hold you tightly in the land only we belong.
As the starlight leads the moon astray
I pour your sorrow on the empty wine glass,
savoring it all as if it is the last
time I get to see your absolute beauty.
Silence falls quietly at the door.
This peace here is all we deserve.
You can count all of my mortal burden
and your presence shall be their counter-balance.
I gaze deeply at the corners of your soul
our hands as endearingly locked as our eyes
then you look up, hopeful and gentle as the elusive sunrise
but the words betray the longing in your broken smile,
“I love you, but…”
t/p
