kites in a cemetery

recall with such vivid memory

   burst into tears!

no less appropriate

than flying kites in a cemetery

waterfalls of tears drown down

echoes of the woman; gone

precious images from derelict hotels

shadowy clips in clouded past

I wish you could see me now

but you don’t see me anymore

you see no one at all

subtle pulse of my heartbeat

   rhythm

backbeat, soundtrack to my pain

your sound has gone dark

rhythmic scratching of a needle

on record’s side done

if I could say one thing, anything

just now I would say I am

   sorry?

when we said goodbye

on steps of the church so cold

in the warm spring sun

it wasn’t supposed to be forever

forever goes by too fast to count

what happened to our innocent

   days?

lying under pool tables, kissing to

the sounds of Spacehog…

we didn’t just grow apart but

   fell apart

torn apart ripped apart thrown

to the four winds of future and

   fate

the noose fell tight and choked

the light out of our naivety

strangled by the weight on the

simple third left that left us with

   duty

even now we pass in politeness

but never more do we speak

of the fateful nights when

passion ran free and so did our

inexperienced hands and tongues

salt stains the face now, still now

why now?  why not go and leave

the happy memories of youth?

we erected those markers of youth

and bowed before them and lived

in the happiness of impropriety

   inappropriate

just like kites flying in a cemetery

© 2013 p.hill