Rockwall, Texas

- Betwixt: Phase II - Poem VIII -

I went to Rockwall, Texas,

The bay below was so bright,

On the bridge, it was cold and dead,

Waves danced in the lighthouse’s light 

Then I arrived at your place,

You said you needed time to breathe,

A beat to figure out who you are,

So I packed up and prepared to leave 

I went back home,

I wandered west with heavy hands,

And pounded on the doors of Fort Worth,

I knew I wouldn’t understand 

I reflected in the pond back east,

I thought we’d cry then find our way,

In a gazebo, I saw couples who flew,

Like lovers do who always stay

To porches lit by amber dusk,

And Carolina fireflies that blew in,

Even they couldn’t match your spirit,

Your autumnal hue; your Saturday’s end

Will things ever be the same?

Your ghost haunts each song,

Can we be together even though we’re different now?

I dream of our wedding and living quite long

I’ll miss the coastal fixtures of Gloria’s,

The faux holiday cranberry delights,

On evenings, we walked and talked to the shore,

Every part of it felt so right  

I went to Rockwall, Texas,

For the last time in May