We found each other
in the back of your hatchback
on the side of some deserted county road.
A haze rolled in and cloaked the evening stars.
That night my body sank into yours
like sugar into melted butter.
We were an island in the mist,
a five year love affair,
perfection in the dark of the night.
We were two souls intertwined cliche
not meant to be.
And when the sun came out
and burned off all that god damned
dewy-eyed newness, we were lost.
Have you ever fallen in love and tried to write a love poem about that but only found the words for something in the past when your heart was broken? Do you ever recover from grief? Can you ever be made whole again? Or does every love just end up taking away more when it leaves? If you knew that life was only taking things away from you and never giving back would you do anything differently? What would you choose to do?