"Hey, how are you?
Sorry I didn't call you back yesterday.
I can come see you at the bar if you want me to;
It would be good, I've got some things to say."
I brought you to the Nautical Club in Provincetown, where we had our third date.
How dangerous is a false sense of security.
The conversation was good, and the the food was great;
I'm sorry to have lured you here, it's for my safety.
You say we went down like the sun;
A beauty in the sky when the day is done.
But it was more like the titanic;
Drowning and gasping in sheer, unaltered panic.
A coin has two sides, as does every story;
Wasn't it magnificent to watch us burn out in glory?
I toss, I turn;
In loss I learn;
That what we had was good but it wasn't great;
And that's why we're here, where we had our third date.
A ghostly chill brushed off me when you didn't say a word;
You up and left like you got some bad news over the phone.
I don't know what I was expecting, maybe my realities were blurred;
It kills me that I hurt you, I wish I didn't, don't.
The sea is so silent, I can see it outside my window;
A beautiful juxtaposition; from the chaos caused in this loveless limbo.
As rainbows fade with clouds of grey;
I can't help but feel a beauty in this decay.
Wells have run dry and films have ended;
Love has broken, it's healed, it's mended.
Creatures of the sea don't know about me and neither do you;
I wish I was brave enough to tell you the truth.
But I'm not so I won't;
Making love with past ghosts.
And as the titanic sinks I will too;
Into the cold, into the dark, into the blue.
"Hey, how are you?
Sorry I didn't call you back the other day.
I wish I could come and see you at the bar if you'd want me to;
It would be good, I've got some things to say."
YOU ARE READING
LOYAL
Poetry'Loyal' is a collection of poems that explore a wide range of emotions. Written in the midst of a deep and hollow spell of isolation and quarantine, I needed to create something; anything that would be a bright light for me. So, I started writing th...
