I miss you
(without
missing you);
lost chance
to explain,
though you
will never
understand
my words
my mind
my heart.
Was it
opportunity
or crisis
that made
you walk away?
Too near the
chasm.
Stall for
time.
Do anything
but open up
your soul
and question
what’s inside.
Change hurts.
Change hurts.
Now days grow
long,
reminding me
of other
summers’ fires,
and so my gripe
is this:
We could’ve tamed
our memory,
our memory,
shared a
laugh,
(thank god
that’s over),
but you
turned your back
instead,
refused to
see complexity
in me,
while I recognized
(with fond
and knowing smile)
the contradiction