I remember you as you were those months ago –
The budding marigold in the arms of the wind.
Time has spiked silence on our court and pinned
Our tangled nights to the bullseye, but even so
In my thoughts your gaze still volleys with mine;
We walk through the zoo of lights, aquarium of words,
Bump shoulders and fingers. Still, the birds we heard
In the cedar trees have long since flown. The train line
We rode to fields of rice has stopped for now.
But I’ll pick up the blossoms of days with you from the ground,
And put them in a pot of soil till we meet again, whenever
That may be. I’ll set them on the windowsill and vow
To leave and let bloom, till the day comes around –
We’ll meet, we’ll embrace, and embrace – a moment of forever.
Written January 17, 2019.
Parameters: Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s own “I remember you as you were” poem, very loose Petrarchan sonnet
Commentary: This poem might not make much sense, but it’s cathartic for me to write. But I think this is the last poem I’ll write on this subject for a while. I’ve been in a confusion of emotions for a while, but recently gained some clarity regarding what I really value and want.
I am learning to let go the right way. It’s hard to surrender control, but I must remember that lesson I learned so long ago – let the road lead you to where it wants to take you. Because that is where you need to be. And you may be pleasantly surprised.