There was a time
I experienced you in everything:
I saw your face in floating clouds
I smelled your clothes in spring gardens
I tasted your lips in every sugary summer cocktail.
the presence of you
has washed off of my world,
for the most part that is
but every once in awhile…
like a man dying of thirst sees an open oasis,
I too see a mirage
I rub a flower’s petals in my fingers
suddenly feeling your golden hair
flowing through my fingers again.
Or maybe I see a majestic horse
it’s muscles rippling in a full gallop
reminding me of how fierce you were.
So during these long days that I spend
learning the chasms of my mind
and mapping a new found independence
I maintain my distance from you
giving you complete space,
soothes the scars
on your already worn heart.
but don’t you ever think
for even a single moment,
that I stopped cherishing those times
or believing in what you can accomplish:
you’ll still change the world
you’ll still heal the broken
just with a greater sense of peace now
for my most genuine apology:
is my absence
my last love poem:
is the peaceful whisper of a gentle ‘goodbye’
in the ear of those passing mirages
(whenever they come around).