Your next heartbeat is now the past.

Time passes sweetly

In the autumn rain.

And those subtle moments

Have permeated with muted refrain.

Now the crunch of winters ice

Breaks the silent midnight air.

And I am ambivalent to the memories

Of the girl who was never there.

The comfort of strangers

Feels warmer than your strange leaden touch.

Maybe the cold of the south

Has eviscerated your heart

Or does it lay dormant

The dawn service is an hour away 

As I watched your  tail lights fade.

The crowd stood at attention as the last post played.

To the background of a salmon sunrise.

And I thought of you

Thought of the young men who had died.

The tears welled up for broken men and broken hearts.

And I knew I would never see you again.

Would never hold your hand.

Never look into your emerald eyes.

This is a day for the fallen.

where lives and hearts were  given.

For a brief moment

A

Brief

These words slide like droplets off algae covered rock. Nothing to slow or hold them back.

They spill into the ocean, the rip takes them out to sea. Past the shadows of what was you, what was me.

We kissed  amongst the waves Succoured by the oceans warm embrace.

I taste  the salt on your lips The raindrops fall around us.

I wish they would dissolve the dopamine That is coursing through my brain.

But it is far too late This reality will be  concluded

when you are with  someone And the intensity is such.

That the line where you end and someone else begins

Becomes so blurred that it becomes indistinguishable That is something that is so special and terrifying.

For she will call everything By its right name.

Well I made it back to that sweetest decline.

Under the halo of an icy moon

I had shut it all down and just went for the ride.

 I sat under that perfect Sunday sky

Felt the gentle warmth from the fire

 Chloe and the puppy played

And you looked as beautiful as ever

 I could swap all my lifetimes

For this one perfect afternoon.

 You are this moment , and everything else is left for the everyday litany of if.

 I love you Angela

As softly

Set the course captain For azure seas and open skies

Where the days are  measured In knots  and jibes.

Not the changing from red to green Let's sail to parts unseen .