Another You

A lonely settled street, woollen sweaters
Navy blue and eyes a steely umber brown
Ceramic cup and cappuccinoed voices
Laughter and regret
Tales told vicarious of all the days unsaid
Passions near erased in a world
Built with character and pomp.

eight-hundred miles away
yet you are here, too close

But your command out of my reach
Dreary and unwed
Talks anticipated, confrontations unfulfilled.
A lonely pair of dark brown eyes
To keep me in a trance… 

Ramblings now of nothingness
anecdotes precarious of you and your whole lot
voyages invented
unprecedented thoughts
lovers too unstable yet remaining…

And he laughs at all my words as if a jester’s took my place, 
A spindly thread of empathy, forgetting you, 
A talk of all our days henceforth our lazy summer gaze; 

The conversation flits,
We know our place. 

They play a song
He cannot understand its implications
Insulting to the populace this set of beats
far from the old Chopin
you used to tinker out
toppling all the hierarchies
you constructed once with
entities
a set of features wondrous.

A stature tall in form, his muscled arms, 
Clothing unsurprise
Some curled locks and geometric face too
Handsome,
conversation slips…

Enter now a world of all normalcy.

Over a dish of rolled-up fish
He patters on about his friends, acquaintanceship with you, 
And I have promised it already—that of you we shall not speak, 
Yet aching limbs into my patience seep, 
A temperament so delicate, a set of tears unchecked, 
Remembrance of you,
And now my conscience slips away…
I tell him of your bastard days and games
Cunning uneschewed, 
Games and days unparalleled.
He listens now amused, 
His gold brown eyes, and voices ruffled now,
A choked-up phrase and sullen haze, 
He stands in wait, my words too late, 
Conversely, premature.

regret embodied in a disembodied
photograph
surreptitious smile and away into a reverie of you and me, chéri
winter afternoons shut up inside
before the drought of loving pierced
your mind
if ever feeling therein was contained, 
your cherished words
and sheer perfection… and I was everything to you
abused
confused
our escapades
a quill and ink our plain behest
iconography lies on the desk, 
your whispers, my caress.

My conscience just a slip away. 

An apple pie has not arrived, they tell him it’s unwell
Personified desserts
A coffee cup is filled up to the brim
Caffeine intake at two
In the middle of the night sans candlelight
How much longer shall I stay
My afternoon with two brown eyes not potent to erase
the afternoons of me and you
two wanderers lost within a universe
created only just for me and us. 

His deep-set laughter yet another perk, 
He talks of tying bowties and a haircut, 
A phone-call from a German nobleman. 
I ask him to the flat, 
insanity, but yet,
a small white dress,
an emblem of your
edelweiss. 

He asks if I have read the Dickens, Eliot, the Pound, 
I nod along, a conversation he cannot upkeep, 
The poet’s soul anticipating loss.

how can I explain your crooning voice
the tale of a knight within a castle… 
singing birds how sweet their chirping in the
woods
a castle stands upon a hill
a wedding on the Rhine, 
her pallid weep

sniffles and another night you sang me fast to sleep
an aura of tranquility,
how can you stray from this away

I’ve learned at six he cannot kiss,
Melodies you’ve left unsung, promises you’ve left unkept, 
Decision unreversed, for I know where
Your fancies lie, 
How can you see a memory and think it just another  
When I have been falling out of love… 

He holds me in his arms, 
Innocent embrace
The tingling feat, enigma’s beat, 
Existence quietly receding,
Falling...