"A Dirge For The Dreamer"

 

"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