Bon Temps

I would have preferred better weather.
Rain on a Tuesday when I am sad
only manages to wash my already
flowing emotions into a current
eddied by your kisses,your hands
the way you used to say, "give me you."
My face once young seems eternally grieved.
How can I tell you what day to day
feels like in your absence?
In the desert night did you ever imagine
such a strange parting for lovers?
Exiled to normal lives when once we were
Tristan and Isolde, Romeo and Juliet.
But, then again, all loves fall, fade
to a ruinous end when compared with
day to day gaunt joys of easy living.
I wonder often if he sees it,
how I look through him and not in
missing the flavor of haste and hurry
the feel of need not want
those things I keep buried deep.
Even now on a Wednesday I miss you.
I miss you and you are only up the road
down the street
a phone call away.
Good weather. Yes, I need good weather
to lift my mind past this ache
and back into day to day
unremarkable caring.