The Reasons Why.

For him.

If I could write words for you,
then I would surely have a
thick book on my hands,
pages & pages, going miles & miles
a phonetic tribute laid at feet
that would rather not have
found that space to stand.

 

I never cared for your looks,
although your eyes
-despite only in still life-
were almost brutal, painful,
& unmerciful they were
so beautiful;

 

And I could have wept at the
sound of your voice for hours,
had it not been the most delicious,
unnerving thing I had ever heard.

 

And I could have given up my
spine & reason, to hear you recite
poetry penned specifically for me.

 

You were new & brilliant
complex & consuming
in a time when everything
was awash in simplicity,
you were cold & indifferent
so easily, and oh how I secretly

loved you for it.

 

You were poet
& subdued romantic,
you were friend
& lover,
you were kindred
& stranger.

 

But out of everything you were,
(and sadly those you were not)
there was one thing you were
which meant more than the
sum of your wonderful, lovely
parts.

 

And it wasn't the lofty books
tucked in your mind
to make you brilliant,
or the myriad of words
written out for all to see
that made you poet.

 

More than the steel bricks you
piled miles high to hone your
skills of diversion and secrecy,
or those black eyes that say so
much and yet reveal nothing.

 

And that one thing
shatters all others as if
the sum were so
much simple glass;
above all else--darling--

wayward poet
& closest one to bring me
to-my-knees;

You were the boy I loved.

Reviews

[Carrie Montgomery]

whoa! You knocked me off of my feet with this one. It is simple and to the point but so raw and full of emotion. what a powerful punch...I picked this one for it's simple title never knowing it was a love-filled remembrance of the past. This was written very well, very polished - lacking nothing. Thanks for sharing . I so look forward to reading more of your work.
"You were new & brilliant
complex & consuming
in a time when everything
was awash in simplicity.

You were poet
& passive romantic,
you were friend
& coveted lover,
you were kindred
& stranger,
you were stealthy
& stumbling." my fave stanza.

[The Other Sarah]

That was awsome! I don't have beautiful words for you like you piled up in this poem to make it tick, but i will say it was brilliant.