Training Season

A Poem

Photo by Christian Chen on Unsplash

how did you think it was going to be —
did you think it was going to be easy?

(oh so easy, as simple as breathing, a synapse of the senses)

did you think riddles are always
spun out of webs in the early morn?

(oh, we cast these lots, and we know them, and we think we see eternity)

i wanted your kind regard in happenstances,
but i couldn’t even gain that (oh, could i?)

magical girl,
do you see what you do to me?

magical girl,
do you see what happens to me?

(cast your spells, know the signs, love the game)

and lovers are lost in each other’s arms
through some bidden missive of a happy ending

(oh, happy endings criss-cross our patterns each and every time)

i wanted nothing more
than a fashionable excuse
to be someone’s in a beautiful moment

(but there were no beautiful moments for someone like me)

(there were no beautiful moments for someone like me)

and i cast every doubt
and i cast every letter
to the fire, to the fire, to the fire

i wanted nothing more than someone’s kindness
to wield me in a happenstance, a happy happenstance

but we don’t get that, do we?

(we never get that, do we?)