The Music Artist

- Rift: Part II - Poem I -

When you told me we’d been consumed by death,

That was the last of my cherished breath

You left me here alone, the tracks ran red,

A thousand words, a letter’s pages, left unsaid

Northbound, I was swept by longing’s gale,

Just wanted to see you, even if I took the monorail

Like a plume to a storm, I blew apart,

Suffering from a broken heart

And sometimes I wish I’d see you,

In a bar, while you sing tunes too

‘Cause every time our eyes meet, there may be something we could find,

A question I’d ask, if you’d want to meet for coffee sometime?

I peer through the glass at the stores unseen,

Just to see you looking pristine

Are you with someone else or based alone?

Do you still read our last messages on your phone?

I’ll search for you like I failed to that night,

When I was too scared and gave you a fright

I hate the silence between us; I don’t like it to linger,

Can a smile replace the chemistry we shared at our fingers?

If I invite you to my graduation,

Will you come under a pretense of infatuation?

Are our friends still friends if we’re no longer together?

Will Sierra be pulled into our frayed tether?

Does it not ache this one-sided fade?

You were once my moonlight shade

And yet I may be a fool to pray at night,

That you’ll come back to me, that we’ll be alright

I’ll watch from frost-kissed window sills,

At the New Year’s Eve party where I met your family and their fills

They’ll cheer, they’ll drink and toast to another year,

I still hope you’d open the door and reappear

What if one night you text me in desperation?

While I was pining with dissatisfaction 

And ask if I’m alright, I’ll try and be kind,

And ask if you’d like to meet for coffee sometime