Dear J------
Re: Forgotten Love
Dear J------,
In my dreams,
You stood, in the doorway,
Etched from the rain,
That descended, in gray
Down the window.
You stood
In the liminal space
Between the rain-conjured mists
Rising from the street
And the low, aspen light
Of the coffee shop—
You shook off you umbrella,
Stepped by the fire
In the corner,
Waded through the scent of herbal tea
And dark roasts
As lithographs in
The atmosphere
And as you looked around,
I could have waved,
But I watched,
For a few seconds more
Your red hair
Your skin emblazoned
With the deep hues—
—the reds and amber orange—
Reflected off the wooden walls
And the music—soft jazz—
Eddying through the café.
I watch, a spy in the bauble world,
My breath something solid, until
You see me, and you smile
And wave, and
Walk towards my table,
And as you do, I see
You run a small hand
Through your auburn hair.
How high the rope
That you flung down,
Your eyes casting lines to me
Your smile
A beacon in the air.
How many autumns did I see
Awash in rains—
How many heralds
Of the winter
Would we brave?
How long the beach
On which we walked,
And how endless
The dusk
As the atmosphere burned
Low
Over the waters
To the west.
How deep were the dreams
We cast,
Through the rain-emblemed
Windows,
In the apartment that we shared
In a city of sunlight
And rain.
How many shores,
Did we walk,
How many mountains
Did you stand before
And smile
Or cringe
As I aimed the camera
To you.
And when I saw you last night
On the screen,
Watched the pixelated fragments
Of a life
Fulfilled,
I know
That you’ve forgotten
That single glance
That single smile
Towards the fat kid
Who read his poems
To the class
And you will fly on
In wings, ever-unfolding
Against the dawn
Of your life,
But I just wanted you to know
How many worlds
Your voice had cast
How many autumn rains
Will now fall
Along the smudged glass
Of the café where
We never met.
And how those worlds
Will fill my dreams,
Enough to bronze your voice
Against the ebbing tide
Of a sunset
Constellation
Where ghostly feet
May fall,
Just enough
To wish you well,
And sleep
Anew.
Sincerely,
S----
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Comments (4)
Absolutely beautiful work!
Steve, this was a breath taking read. Soul gripping and tantalizing, the flow and vocabulary choices you made left me prisoner to the poem. I was hanging of every word as I went on this journey with you. Your descriptive language was so vivd and on point, I could see everything just as you explained it. Simply beautiful work!
Wow just really good, gripping, kept me on the edge of my seat wondering what the "but" was and when it came, it was a really good twist. sad, sweet, too.
This poem is really good, It's really sweet!