Always when we walk, you would wander too far into the dark; and always I would follow you, through gardens of grey, with pages of stone and black chalk. I met you in a coffee shop up north. We both drank tea, you took sugar, of course. I got confused because my coat looked exactly like yours, and we’d both gotten up at the same time so when I returned I could have sworn I’d drank more, and the seat was unusually warm; that was when I noticed the ruby lipstick around the rim, then you were standing over me hazel hair with a fringe, “look at you” the first words you said to me – the rest, poetry. Dandelion dreams blown away with the husk of a seed. You didn’t seem happy, and for the longest time I didn’t mind, you were mine in your perfect misery. At night we’d go to a lake that looked across the sea. There was where we’d bleed out our bitter resentment for all the things that weren’t to be. To me, our most significant moment was when you pressed a fifty pence piece to your lips and threw it so far I swear the only star in the sky called its chance. Into the unknowing distance it fell and just under the oceans screams, you’d whisper quietly – “do you hear how the waves land softly upon the shore? how the moon pulls them in, to send them out again in force; and the man made of sand with his sword, ‘not one night more!’ disappearing as would dust, into an ocean, the sweetest storm; and as breaks the light of day within the calm, he finds anew. to look for hope, to look for love vowed for victory, but never soon.” If there was where we’d fall to sleep, I’d wake with tales of kings and queens. You’d touch my hand, but never speak, for only the lonely know nothing of dreams. Then came the day when we’d part ways. I’d hardly processed that your hair was no longer hazel before you spoke, nothing notable. A subtle joke. It didn’t seem right to smile but I did. And as I did I became aware, that this was likely the last time you would make me laugh. Your voice withered, and thus replayed a montage of our fondest moments. I regret to say I don’t remember a goodbye. We were there 4 minutes, maybe 5. The sum of a lifetime swept away, where I’d seen promise, you saw decay. So recite did I, the kinder times. Until nothing would remind me of the memories you left me. Until soon your face fades from familiarity; as have all the faces of lovers whose names have long since slipped my tongue. Months, years would pass before I find myself in the same place we’d met. As I ordered my tea I noticed, my jacket sat opposite another man. No sachets of sugar next to the lipstick stained cup emitting steam. Struck with grief, I ran to the lonely lake and dived deep. As I arose thousands of coins clinked and slipped between my fingers and blew through the wind like sand into the sea. Who was I to think of only one star in the sky? For tonight, they’re all in plain view; and the words whispered, they weren’t meant for me, they were meant for you. Always when we walk you would wander too far into the dark; and now I stand idle by, as it envelops you, more fool me and my lonely heart.
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Ralph Needs – Very interesting poem