i recall the bittersweet sentiments
when you'd tell me of your childhood,
as if you remembered them through films
of empty houses and floors of hardwood.
the air around you was entranced,
if it might not only be me,
but never when you spoke of home;
the brick 60s house by the sea.
and you took me there once,
as you said it made you want to restart,
the waves that crashed upon the shore
would forever drown your heart.
nothing felt as free
as the sand beneath my feet,
and the salt in the dancing air
that buried my foot in deep.
when you jumped into the blues
of the water that swayed back and forth,
bliss on your ruby lips
whose corners turned up to the north.
and you asked for my hand
in question of a dance,
but i shook my head, looked away
to the sea and its expanse.
now, as i see what could've led after,
i curse myself for being stubborn,
when i could've swam and danced with you,
and soon fall in love with summer.
but ignorant was i,
and a fool were you;
i was no better
for you to look to.
when we returned to the city,
i could feel your freedom shrink.
gone was the joy of the waving sea
in the quick second of a blink.
rested, doe eyes of gold
were now sharp, quick, and careful,
of the heaven loving gaze i saw,
then, of it, i couldn't find a morsel.
i should've said it'd be alright
but i was much too witless,
and so i left you in your despair
as if i wasn't a witness.
and i could see the disappointment
too clear in your look at me,
and i thought that i knew better,
but with one look, i knew instantly.
regrets, regrets,
i have some now,
and i should've said so many
but i said even less somehow.
wars, and fights,
all in my own head,
how can i say i'm sorry
when, to you, i'm long dead.
luke
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