À mon ami

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.

Now days grow long,

reminding me

of other summers’ fires,

and so my gripe is this:

We could’ve tamed
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

in you.

Bonne chance, mon ami. 


NOTE: This is a Three Word Wednesday Post.