A love that never lasted
Have you known something
so definite that not even god
could say you’re wrong?
I have
I have known the august sun
warm against my skin.
The smell of the autumn rain
that sets in right before
the first drops of fall.
The crunch of the yellow leaves
that scatter the sidewalks unchallenged.
The honeyed breeze laced with the
last bloom of the season
before the frost sets in.
The comfort of warm tea
and cashmere sweaters.
I know it’s not much, but I’ve know these things as a person.
A person made of amber
Encasing my heart
while it still beats.
The sky weeps at their artistry.
The sun is envious of them, for Icarus would
have fallen for them instead of the sun had he
watched them shine.
The oceans crash in quiet rage
for the green of the sea was stolen
for their eyes.
The birds sang for them
and the leaves swoon in their presence.
Their arms feel of freedom
and their lips taste of home.
Their eyes tell me stories
and their company is safe.
No god can persuade me
that what I have known is wrong.
