bluerain

 

 

It was the thrift shop, of all places;

twice, our paths crossed.

It was nippy, pure and unexpected.

Your heart poured out.

Wasn’t sure, was it compassion?

Was it amusement?

Whatever, you almost had me.

I was mesmerised.

Days, weeks, months - they went by,

I was happy.

Thought you were happy.

But building castles in the clouds,

you see, they don’t stand

and I was left chasing

the fading scent

I once sniffed on your lapel.

I had troubles remembering.

It was swift, sweet and baffling.

I’d like to ponder the reasons

– of you and me, the fall,

and your raison d’être –

but such questions were never meant

to be asked.

Need you to grow.

I should know,

I was once like you.

I was you.

The heartbreaker,

finally, had his heart broken,

in such a nippy, sweet and strange way.

Shame,

you almost had me.

 

- bluerain