Search

Search

Search

 

I kissed you too much that morning. Or it could’ve been too often.

I don’t know which it was. I’m just sorry. I’ll blame the returning sun,

the way it had silently purged the dark night of darkness, and the

drunken streets of drunkenness, and shown me with its straight face

that not even within an eternity could I ever kiss you enough,

never quite capture something enduring of you with lips or eyes,

never leave myself properly marked, stained, different.

I don’t pretend to know what ‘good’ means; I just know that it’s

what you’re gone for. Those final moments before the first one,

before everything changed, I cannot find. Amongst all this

intangibility, I’ll start my frantic search for what was important,

what really mattered, when the need inevitably comes calling.

 

first published in Melancholy Hyperbole, 2016

Advertisements

One thought on “Search

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s