It was never my intention to stay,
not here, anyway.
You never chose to leave.
Life just worked out that way;
even though I made a conscious effort,
I fell short, short of writing my
thoughts on paper.
Your memory brightens my day
before the sun withdraws its heat,
then I plugged my ears
to drown out your dial tone and the truth of my youth.
Moments that haven’t drawn to a conclusion,
moments we haven’t defined,
moments I’ll remember for the rest of my life,
rest in your eyes.
(© 2022 AC)