When we first went out,
you were in your jacket
with suede patches.
Tall, gawky, awkward,
all tweed and elbows,
a balding professor
of a Lothario.
I asked you why
you were doing
what you were, and the
conversation lasted
well into the night.
I didn't know if I liked you,
but I thought I'd like
to see you again.
It was a month later
that you gave me the letter
that changed everything
and shaped the relationship
we were to have together,
and I still have the letter
in a box, along with books,
a poster of us, the perfume
I used to wear for you,
and the earrings
you bought me in Arizona.
We were more than lovers;
you were the Father-King
and I was your Empress.
We were legendary,
we were beautiful,
we bested the curse
of the Thunderbird
and emerged clean
from the Valley of Death.
We went through the desert
in monsoon, we were struck
by lightning, we drove all night
under shooting stars
to arrive delirious
in the morning
in Her Chosen City.
Oh Eater of Souls,
the things we saw together!
We saw places
through our four eyes
that no one else had ever seen,
not the way we saw them.
We saw bears
and glowing centipedes,
caves and herds of elk.
You were the golden plains
and I was the road.
The railroad track
was our story.
I made a legend for you,
my Spore of the Desert.
The legend is alive
and growing, even though
you are lost to your Queen.
It's been taken up
and propagated
by your people,
who are my people.
You don't know
how it grows, because
you're not here for me
to share it with.
I yearn to show you
my beautiful, terrible gift,
but the world you are in
is not my world.
Not anymore.
Oh my King,
love of my life.
Every time I turn around
and you are not there,
I feel the gap in my synapses
where you used to connect.
Can you still feel my feelings?
Because I can no longer
think your thoughts.
I'll meet you at the railroad tracks
when the rains begin again.
Make a wish.
Pardon my banality, I am out of practice.
I think it's quite good.
Thank you!
My free verse is usually much more structured, and this is pretty raw. Like a kidney fresh out of my abdominal cavity.
The feelings come through pretty strong, but I think I'm probably biased, knowing what the subject matter is.
Thanks... I'm seriously considering writing it out by hand and mailing it to him.
Quote from: Nigel on August 14, 2011, 06:02:52 PM
Thanks... I'm seriously considering writing it out by hand and mailing it to him.
Will that help you get over him?
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 14, 2011, 06:19:03 PM
Quote from: Nigel on August 14, 2011, 06:02:52 PM
Thanks... I'm seriously considering writing it out by hand and mailing it to him.
Will that help you get over him?
It might.
I am also considering writing the whole story of our courtship. What got me over Grendelmouse was writing the Laments, so it seems like putting it out in tangible form does somehow help. And it's a pretty great story.