Catherine Heath
May 2020
Carried by the wind;
Amused by our own sins.
Kisses in alleys,
Just the faintest memory.
The feel of your hand in mine,
Natural as breathing––
I didn’t notice you,
Until it was too late.
You studied me;
I saw it in your eyes,
The way you always knew
Exactly what to say––
No matter what,
No matter how much
I cried.
I thought you were always happy
(I think you were happy around me),
The way you talked a million miles an hour,
But in photos,
You were sad.
(The millstone around your neck––
I’m not trying to stop you from flying;
I’m trying to stop you
From floating away).
School uniforms,
Antics in the park;
Angry conversations
Between young lovers––
You created me,
And I created you.
When you love someone,
You make them beautiful;
You have the gift
Of honesty,
And care.
I’ll always remember you,
But I’ll call you too!
Because this journey called life
Is not over yet,
And I want you,
Always,
By my side.
Intoxication,
And experiments;
(You were intense)
But I didn’t need drugs,
Because I had you.
I probably was a fool,
For not seeing it at the time,
But I had something to do––
And life,
In the end,
Carried me away.
When you snapped at me,
I said nothing
(I knew it was my fault)
But I stuck around,
Because I loved you too.
One final night,
As fun carried me away––
I didn’t recognise the signs
Of someone
Who would love me,
Always.
You saw me,
And I saw you
(I know that much
Is true.)
In the end,
We went away to uni,
And,
As they often say,
Our paths went different ways.
Credit: Photo by Ty Williams on Unsplash
