The Summer Months We Lost

At the very least, you can't tell me

I didn't try. I put all of my belief

into your voice. Some nights

I worshipped the words I felt

between your teeth even before

 

you could formulate a thought.

That was where I found solace,

in the moments of waiting.

What had not yet been spoken

had not been denied - you

 

were the perhaps and I was eager

to answer yes every time.

That was May and I was all

anticipation. We had three bright months

to converse and linger.

 

But summer always passes in

seconds accelerated, like the wingbeat

of hummingbirds. This was a sense

I'd forgotten, and I'd never been

comfortable in chaos. When

 

I asked for you there was no pause,

no hesitation. Replies came in

like bullets. When I moved

to kiss you in the dusk you had

already gone because the sun was

 

rising. Everything was imminent

and possibility had vanished quickly

as the moments. I heard you speak

the word no once and what was I to say

to that? I could no longer cherish

 

lethargy because we were in the locus,

time passing briskly in a sprawling

sphere all around. I will wait

for autumn but by then there will be

too many minutes between us. 

Reviews

[fattycbreezy52]

See I have had read a lot of poems on this leaving and breaking and falling apart. But none of it could describe that intimacy and thought formulation or reaction on the part of the lover.
This is what is fantastic .Love to see you dealing with raw emotions and a tinge of realism.
I would have done the same on your behalf , had they only asked for a female version of it!
Keep writing:)

[ANTO]

"But summer always passes in
seconds accelerated, like the wingbeat
of hummingbirds." - that's exactly what this poem reminded me of - the gentleness of the hummingbird but with the same power-packed dynamic.

Love that word 'locus' - damn fine write Matthew.