Let Us Meet Again
We were bonded by cigarettes and insomnia;
two in a tray and one pile of ash.
Joined together in the thick haze of a bar,
where we contemplated life.
And so we’ve been, my love, beneath our hynotic cloud,
contemplating what we call life.
But the smoke has to clear before we can breathe and the clouds have to lift before we can see
where we are, where we’re going, what we’re contemplating. And along our midnight road, the
circadian rhythms of a sleeping world only act as a sieve to questions only clarified beyond the
horizons of a tray.
And so we have to part ways.
And though it seems so far a distance to travel and the weight of an empty universe is heavy,
we have to tell ourselves that this is life; gravity, time, and matter-
and that perhaps the bright blaze of a dying ember had lived as long as a star.
And these smoldering cinders are but a small portion of who we really are.
Be Patient, my love, we’ve already traveled so far.
Chosen Answer:
This is really good..it has alot to say and much depth. Telling a story of romance is always a good poem whether it be happy or sad. Either way, it moves the reader and someitmes gives one enough depth to think of their own life and perhaps perceive it in another manner…..