Snowflakes in Spring

Augustine (a folklorian poem)

I still remember

The scratched paint on your door

The smell of wine
That made me think
That this could possibly
Last forever

The sheets where you nestled me
Now her's to claim
But August
Is now only memory that will last forever
For me

You'd always said we could fix it
This time
Now the
Promises and fights where
Bleeding for one another was the only
Way out
Is what I mostly remember now

Trying and mending
Each wound afflicted on the other
Was it ever enough?

The crying and screaming
The ends that happened
Over and over again?

I always thought
There would be no after

That
You'd run
To my arms and whisper
The words that we were both desperate for

But right before I caught them off your lips
They evaporated before me without
A single word

It is always going to be her
The girl in the cardigan
Without the wild hair
And wine stained shirts

The girl that read all the books
And smiles at each kind word
As if no kind word had greeted
Her not even once before

I was foolish every summer
Scrambling to get by
In beat up converse
And promises to the wrong people

It would've been nice, though
If you could've been mine
But I could feel in each touch
That you were always reserved for her

If there's one thing
I would say to her
It would be Betty
James is yours

Summer flings don't last long
But some part of me still believes