How long has it been,
since we have held
our relationship
in the proverbial
setting sun?
Do you still dream?
Do you still want to paint
a portrait of you and me;
in white against the
clouds in a run?
You are not a lost love.
Nor a fairy tale of yore
of "once upon a time".
You are my present,
My future undone.
But, how long has it been
since you held this
in the light of day?
And watched the prism
reflect the moonbeam?
Do you still believe?
Do you still want to try
to weave a dream for me?
Do you still get drenched
in the April rain?
“Is this a poem, beloved?”
~ You will ask.
No, This is the cry
Of a cursed soul
Salted pain on paper.
I am looking for a blotting paper
Do you use it?
Or, perhaps you don’t need
To correct whorls of words
On writing paper.
***
I watched you that day
Pacing in the rain
My cheeks were wet
But I held an umbrella
To the camouflaged sun.
