Workplace & Heartbreak…
I remember when you changed; the feeling slowly poured over me – I bathed in a summer’s rain.
It wasn’t you, but the way you reflected into me. Subtle…smooth.
Your smile, your breath – different. Your intentions the same.
Was it folly to choose you? Another you had to love, who invited me into his room?
We traversed the landscapes of unsuitability, the bridge – optimistically built over the deathly hollows of your anxiety.
Work became play and smiles kept our hearts in wait – for love, not the great calamity we became.
Did I bleed on your heartstrings? I just wanted proximity.
I recall late night walks to your abode, courage and faith held hands, and with silver tongue I made claim.
The moon of this late night kissed your face, but it paled to the light I breathed into you with mine.
You, looking up over the clouds within to see me waiting.
You, pushing through the wetlands to find my hand to climb.
You, risking thunder and storm to absorb my shine.
I’d let you find safety in me, surrounding you – my adorning skin your climate.
Above the grey still waiting…
Drenched to the waist, arm still aching…
The silence between the rain, is my song, the price I pay.
Our relations, an atmosphere torn away into space.
The courtship months in the making, the ceremony celebrated, letters that make you, scribed into my hair. In the end, the time nature takes to reshape it, not long enough to hold onto – feelings lost to the air.
Blame – Who is to be slain by the well-travelled blade? The boy burnt by the lonely blue flame?
It was too beautiful, glowing its reluctant colours from the corner of the stockroom.
Or the flame? Burning those who touch it, knowing very well it’s not one for the contact of skin – just unaccustomed to its own fame.
Welcome to heartbreak.
By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
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