Together, our moments, first gently, awaken this Unexpected, fragile flicker. Warmth rises from deep within, Blush rushes to my surfaces, Exposing my quietest secret. Your voice is autumnal afterglow, Baritone whisper a sip of fine wine. My lips part, always wanting one drop more.
What molten rage appears behind frosted windows
Your panic rises, scorching, then cools icy and remains
Tempers your home cannot, scarcely, contain
Trembling crumbles your well planned calm
You’ve known the truth for far too long
A wink, a blink, a flash, you’re gone.
Though I cannot touch your shirtsleeve, I reach out. You answer me, pull me close with softly written words. Soothe. Calm. We shield ourselves with flannel paragraphs, Hold life’s storms at bay, Understanding, no matter what our whethers, Friendship moors us in undeniable harbour.
At the intersection of what has always been and what might be,
A short teenage girl stretches tall, centre stage,
Her favourite blouse of red and white stripes complete with floppy bow
Distracts only slightly from her deliberately punc-tu-a-ted words,
Shared into a screechy mic atop the old oak podium.
Harsh amateur spotlight provides a momentary halo,
Trades her dark chestnut hair for light ashy blonde.
The change mimics her rehearsed act of defiance,
Trading natural, absolute shyness
For feigned, casual confidence.
A fledgling leader addressing her assembled, disheveled, constituents,
Before fifth bell dismisses classes for the day.
One rounded, one jagged.
Puzzle pieces never able to click-fit.
Don’t make trouble, I begged,
Never understanding she didn’t.
Her heart broken in shards, impossible to mend.
My wrists cut in bloody despair.
She salved, bandaged my wounds
Before fading from view.