Tuesday, February 10, 2009

inside that chapel of love

I miss you, and your one man show.
But you don't really care because you're in motion
And I'm still standing here, speechless where you left me.

Though your friends, they think I'm only a waitress
You used to tell me I was the jewel inside the mermaid's chest,
A flash of fuchsia among the colorless.
I believed you, but then you let me get away.

I remember the first time I saw you, I mean really saw you.
You were wearing something blue, and under those dark lights
You took my hand in yours, smooth like red velvet, and I fell for you
As I listened to your heartbeat.

There was an aqua chrome twinkle in your eyes, and
Tangerine joy shown upon your smiling china glaze cheeks.
I think back to those carefree days, a few short months ago
When things were perfect, and I was happy, and you were you.

We connected like the sound of live jazz in a quiet cafe
And I had so many plans lingering on the horizon
But then you grew distant, I grew doubtful,
We both got too busy for the wild thing that love becomes
And we broke apart like a crack in the silver ice
We used to skate on.

We were star-crossed lovers, a modern day Romeo and Juliet 
And fate did not approve. You said 
"If it's meant to be, our paths will cross somewhere in the future."
But I don't really believe that, and I don't think you do either.
In this give-and-take world, you only get one chance
And I let ours, that sterling silver rose slip away
As I watched you get into that taxi and drive off, 
To Paradiso Inferno, or Aspen, or somewhere equally as glamorous
Leaving me here in recovery,
Trying to re-load and learn again to feel.

Next to each other under the luminous moon
We were a walking contradiction, you and I.
It wouldn't be easy, this I knew all along.
I guess I just thought that what we had
Would be worth fighting for.

But in the end, racing rubies of hope
Fade to ferrari black and I am left, alone again
Inside that chapel of love.

1 comment:

APLITghosts said...

i just figured out where you got the "syntax of things" from. I should have know. That poem does not really go with this one does it? or is ee cummings poem the before and yours the after? nice one. nice job.