We swayed to the beat of reggae,


both willing surrender to closeness,

hearts booming,

soaking the love like a sponge

when the music was done,

the crowd walked away,

even as we lingered looking at stars, holding closely to moments

profound and fleeting

the weight of the crash

came over me,

thinking you said words you

didn’t say,

fog clearing,

realizing you did just mean

for us to be a summer fling

maybe not,

if I adopt polyamorous views,

couldn’t sink into you,

if only given permission,

a request you can’t bear,

wounds and scar tissue prevent you,

caught up in what ifs and defense,

a replaying of history denies life opportunity to hurt you again,

if you just had a child,

it would all be worth it,

to be left by a lover

you willed to stay,

a lifetime connection formed

children teach the purest love,

motivators for hurdles,

mountains to overcome,

but take it from someone

who has her own,

they solve nothing of pain

or festering wounds

abandonment, ghosting,

they’re here and then gone,

each new knife in the heart,

should keep me by myself,

but it’s just like you said

when we talked on the hill,

my heart stays evergreen,


ready for the next break,

in hopes what I’m seeking is real.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018

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