Goodbyes are not my strong suit–
With extended hugs and detaching eyes.
But putting on that suit–
Fresh pressed for this occasion,
I wonder how we could have kept the pulse–
And avoided this full-stop - dead-end - terminal altercation.
Then I think of you then–
All smiles about my thighs with grins,
And I forgive myself for misplacing socks and ties.
You loved me once–
But in casual clothes with casual sighs–
We began to show up with expectations
And gradually killed the playful way we attired.
Alas, the day has arrived–
Our formal suit has been designed.
Pin striped but barely worn—black leather belt and shoes.
I say words to stop the silence
As my mind drifts off and I recall those
Eyes that followed mine on summer days and nights.
I will live in memory of those eyes,
THAT suit you needn’t wear and how we whispered sweetly
As hours flew by—
How we exchanged some lust—desire—
And soared a brief but poignant moment
Before our suit was inter-woven
—and our lives began to bind.
Smart but not altogether casual—we were– together
Like jeans and tee-shirt
Stylish—even rough around the edges
And not the kind to tie a tie.
No regrets—separate or together—
We will always have our youthful retrospection
Of the summer we met and misdirected.
No regrets—separate or together
We will always have our mid-life intersection.
by John Ronald Pigate, Copyright 2007
