Soliloquy

Like the cloud which loomed but did not burst,
Or the storm that seemed to but did not come
So far aground to quench my limitless thirst;
I was glad when you asked me where I came from.

I hadn’t foreseen coming across you that night,
Not when I had been drifting ashore so far
From what I was trying so earnestly to write
When piety gave way to empathy in the bazaar.

We knew the rules, yet we signed up to play
As dangerous a game as the one we did.
Yet love’s tentacles have led me astray
Past the senses our hearts so well hid.

Let dusk settle on my desk for one more day,
As I experience what only the idle can afford-
The luxury of seeking you even when you’re away
Knowing that you’d acquiesce and be on board.

If I could, I would have held you in such a tight
Grip that you wouldn’t have left the door ajar.
For you, I wasn’t just a ship passing by in the night,
Nor for me were you merely a shooting star.

I have tried to not miss you dearly, oh I should
Try to walk away from the faint beams of love.
It has been just the way you said it would
Granting it reluctantly to the Gods above.

What else was expected of this unnamed meeting
Between the poet and a seeker of the truth?
It hasn’t been so recurrent as to repeating
On a warm summer night and a walk as smooth.

It was remarkably subtle; difficult to apprehend
When the sun was setting yesterday,
I so wished you had been there to see it end
But I don’t mention that only by the way.