Author: ace mars lest july

poor elements

i always associated days of rain and cloud coverage with you. maybe because we always met on these dreary days. whether it was rain, hail or the occasional snowfall – the clouds followed you. 

or maybe i have it backwards. it was always me coming to your town. you never visited me. never saw my town or my people. the clouds probably followed me and my anger. 

but then again. your quaint town held my company regardless of the downfall of the sky. your arms wrapped around me. maybe the weather just wanted me to be close – to you. 

drought

do you still
search the night sky
seek out stars
from ages ago

where do you
find time to cry
those hours spent
wishing to be

how does it
feel to be alone
yet always around
so many close

why does sorrow
feel like second nature
when it’s empathy
that disgusts you

yet it’s you
who finds rainy days
to consolidate anger
before it goes

young and stupid

i stood right there
in your doorway
while he raised his voice
scolded you again
yeah, it raised the hair
along the back of my neck

but i didn’t move
i just looked at the ground
moved my feet
back and forth
you came down the stairs
with tears in your eyes

i wasn’t prepared
to tell you i had to leave
so you held on tight
to the sleeve of my jacket
so hard it started to tear
my eyes locked to you

you kissed my lips
like they would never
feel this good again
i wanted you to come
back home with me
but you stayed there

look how we ended up
far away
in proximity
in relation
but i remember that night
when we held each other close

if i went up those stairs
things might be different now
if i had raised my voice
maybe your eyes would have been dry
if i had grabbed your hand
maybe you would have stayed by my side

but i failed
i ran away
left you there
i was so many things
i just wish i was more
for you that night

forecast

i travelled onward
though dark clouds
follow my stride

cold winds
rustle the leaves
cry into my ears

meeting you
as rain falls
a gentle caress

embracing you
soaked through
dripping down

cracking light
thunderous roar
rumbling echo

every time i come
we’re always
caught in a storm

as i head out
the weather follows
the humidity sets in

the sun peeks
prying beams
misty covers

another day
with occasional showers
and a chance of lust

lineage

we stretched our encounters.
gripping our hands together tightly.
our goodbyes where we had to be ripped away,
from each others embrace.
then we went on to lust for our own longing dependencies.
but who are you now?
where have you gone?

no more standing solo,
you’ve cured loneliness.
but you lost something in the process.
casting me out,
replacements on collect.
but is it only from your bounds,
come your great creation?

cigarette kisses on summer days,
misled lust for love.
gone our separate ways,
do you look back,
like me?

do you look back,
and wonder?