"A Dirge For The Dreamer"
Imagined better than I've said
truly.
Knew me only
as far as conversing would allow
between yawns
and sighs
and stints of dozing off.
We would say
that it was better to break away
rather than break off
because the former
while not much of a flatter
sounds less like final
and forever than the latter.
Never had to really gather myself
to address you
or even respond to your questions.
One of those everlasting impressions
among the few that treats me to
a delightful thought of you.
You were warm.
True to form with no regard for proximity.
The reason I whisper two
or three obscenities
whenever the weather saw fit
to briskly remind me
that you're nowhere near here.
Not anymore.
Perhaps in naivety I thought
that even a break off would leave a bit more.
Another smile or so.
Another moment locked in bliss
where a kiss
brought with it a glow
that I would only think to miss
with the promise of it returning the next day.
Thought things.
Told few.
Least of all you.
Pondered possibility.
Played with potential.
Never parted my lips.
Considered chance
and the crash
and the critical in a cyclical manner
of course
all while trying to feed my mind
whatever foundational features
would appear sufficient for one
looking to cultivate a cynical approach
but I can't coax any of this away.
Can't refute that which I fancy
so I indulge instead
in what my imagination teases to the surface
on purpose.
You've been my candle through the darkness
in this heart where you've left tread
but even as these words are read,
they're nothing.
So much more will be left unsaid.
It's okay.
Devin Joseph Metz
9.20.20
