science
there is always that
one thing that stays
consistent
reliable
in his life
8 years
and I an acquaintance
or a stranger?
these halls of lab
i remember the orange-y,
chemical scent
the summer i spent
here with him
his first summer
in California
i felt so excited
and confused
like his life was taking off
and mine was
undetermined
i don’t think now
i ever knew
why he loved me
when i could never
offer all of myself
but my life is better
because once
he did love me
and now
we as friends
so many seasons gone by
still i see the past
as if it were
not broken
by space and time
for me
i am only ever here
when visiting him
but he is no longer
where i can reach him
never unkind
but never unfolding
friends because
i think he knows
i need it
need to hold on
to the memory
the idea
the moment in my life
where i held
the fullest potential
and let it go.
wow….
“the moment in my life/ where i held/ the fullest potential/ and let it go.”
eye love the way that hurts!
I love writing poetry too, but right now I’m sticking to writing a novel. Apparently it’s hard to get an anthology of poems published, but “hard” doesn’t equal “impossible”, does it? Do you want to be published or is this just for you?