greenough & waterworks

you wore a blue shirt that night.
it fit you snugly. something like matt damon wore in good will hunting.
we sat and talked of times before.
before i mellowed and you left the country.
i miss you on these nights.
the nights where i miss feeling alive.
you wore a blue shirt that night.
the night where i felt something more than lost and alone.
i felt like i had been painted there by an artist passed.
like a poem or song that was being created as i sat there.
beautiful in the eyes of someone who did not know.
someone who saw all things at once.
took me all in, as i was.
i had red hair then, like now.
i had blue eyes then, like now.
you wore a blue shirt that night.
i saw you completely.
you saw in me something no one had yet seen.
a jewel hidden in the cavern of my layers of secrets.
walls and barriers shielding my castle of tenderness.
i miss that feeling of discovery.
i get along without your words on paper.
the memory of cheap wine and a field.
the stream and muddy shoreline.
clouded judgements and wobbly legs dancing in the moon.
what should we have been?
you wore a blue shirt that night.
i wore my same outfit of that summer.
sandals, jeans, tee shirt, sweater.
i don't drink coffee anymore.
i don't have those sandals anymore.
i think of you rarely.
only when i am depressed.
or missing my life.
i miss you tonight.
the poetry and pictures.
the muse.
how i long for the gentleness of it all.
you wore a blue shirt that night.
and i went home alone to 3 fingers of bombay sapphire
and camel lights.
before i mellowed and you left the country.
for places i couldn't go.
i get along without you.
without those feelings.
no promises, we just were.
we knew it was only to be a summer.
with only words as reminders
to make us believe.
windows to lives alone.
i drink to the "us" tonight.
another 3 fingers of gin.
here's to you, to me, to passion that was only
for a summer.
before him, before her, before austrailia and montana
tore us apart.
here's to the poet and his muse, the poetry papers.
you wore a blue shirt that night.
i don't have that life anymore.
but neither do you.
here's to summer. to hurt and pleasure. to you and me....
and all that was and will never be again.
drink it all.
it goes down fast and burns you up inside.
drink it down quicker next time.
it won't hurt the same next time.
not for you, not for me.
i loved you then, i don't love you now.
i miss that crazy whirlwind.
i hope i touched you in your caverns.
you touched mine.