We Saw Forever in the Heat of Summer

A Poem

Photo by Abyan Athif on Unsplash

goodbye —
it’s the fury of cold on a winter’s night,
and it’s the heartbeat of a sun that doesn’t set,
leaving no room for rest

but always searching, searching
only to find nothing
in fields of gold

goodbye —
it’s the last tang of summer fruit on the lips,
and it’s the dying garden left after a storm,
rotting from the inside-out

but always renewing, renewing
in that way of nature
never giving up

goodbye —
it’s the heat of a final kiss bridging the gap,
and it’s the murmur of promises
being vowed far too late

but always coming back, coming back
in memories flickering
like a lit match

goodbye —
it’s the thrum of you and me in a past life,
and it’s the silence that brewed,
becoming an early grave