What About All The Plans We Made?

- Rift: Part I - Poem VII -

What happened to summer’s whispered vow?

To chase the sun from then to now

We spoke of lands and stars aligned,

But you chose to leave our blueprint constellations far behind

A holiday in reverie,

Now drowns in dusk’s solidarity

Where we were supposed to stay on beaches with gained sincerity,

But it broke with fake fragility

You were a saint in urban stone,

‘Till you broke and left with a crone

All our dreams and aspirations were thrown,

How I should’ve known

What about the plans we made?

The trip to Galveston, where we were supposed to fade

It’s gone now because you couldn’t make the grade,

So I’ll ask again, what about the plans we made?

The sun’s departed through closing doors,

Where we danced through dreams on the floors

The thrill of “maybe” was cold and clever,

But what of us? And what of ever?

I know time slips through the weeping vines,

But I held onto the thought that you were mine

Where are you today? Did you cross the borderline?

Or are you just like me, sitting here crying?

Cola calms you down, tea heals my head,

Am I still clinging to you like a thread?

Were you drunk, or did you die?

And pretended like you never lied

What about the plans we made?

The trip to Seattle, where a crusade lay

It’s gone now because you realized far too late,

So I’ll ask again, what about the plans we made?

Summer was meant for more than a flame,

Twelve months of us, not just a name

A season once thrived in grace,

Now has left without a trace

So tell me now, babe,

What happened to the plans we made?

What became of all the maps that tethered you to me?

Where are you now?

And was it all forever, or never?