A silence long stood, now shaken to its core,
A dulcet serenade with your laughter as its chord,
Vows taken on the floor of a sunny, summer morn.
A tap of the foot on my shin, and my answer in its mirror,
The pending day of reckoning, the song facing its end,
I should have told you in that instant,
And hence, my silence I have paid.
How can I quantify the eternity I see inside your eyes?
Or the way they lend the sun their luster?
You surely know of your sylvester beauty,
As the dove knows its song is sweet,
You must know the aches that pursue me,
When our embrace ends and I become incomplete.
A heart left scorned for being not yours,
I curse my speechless stumble,
My lips break, protest, and tremble,
For not kissing you that sleepy morning,
And yet I know beyond a doubt,
I left embedded within you my shrapnel.
So now I stand here seeking an end,
An arm filled with tulips,
To remind me of you,
My eternal you,
The you that had departed,
They sprang between the cracks left inside me,
And bloomed when the Fall had started,
With Winter here I plucked them out,
And arranged their perfect petals,
I only wish you'd think of me, of us,
When you see them on your doorstep.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryA simple collection of my poetry, some gathered from old notebooks and some bespoke writings for this collection. There is something of a narrative, loosely speaking, that could be constructed here, with recurring mentions of places and unnamed cha...
