skyline

but then things became complicated

You who were my beloved do not speak again
Let us die with the city lights at midnight
With our long walks because it is summer and bright
And with the sun outside I do not wish to remain inside
And wait for you to call and talk about her again.
Our hands separated in the morning and I left on an airplane.
I have not wept for you, or dressed in rouge and heels.
I have become the smoke of incense in the rainy garden shrine.

Reviews

[Evangeline]

Beautiful. I also love the line, "Let us die with the city lights at midnight". It's very well structured and also has some personal quality to it.

[mirabella]

"Let us die with the city lights at midnight " - I absolutely adore this line I have to say. :)
Beautiful intriguing poem. I feel it has a life to it, and a story to tell that one can feel and see with these words. Great imagery!

[Chilson, Joshua]

You may say your not much to talk about, but your writing beg's to differ. The heart is one thing we can't deny in life, it's always pressing against the weighted pressure in our chest. I love the second line, to die with the city lights at midnight. Keep up the good work.

[Ed Hart]

we call it 'complicated' denying that the complication was in our own heart; and it will come again, before it's done