Shreds: “On the Edge of the World”

There were simple matters
To which no solutions you found,
And as autumn’s shade did gather,
We had to try and not to drown.

May brought dreams anew,
Upon the world’s edge, so vast,
And we showed it the last,
Without words, a silent view.

But when, in the grand design,
Mute was the farewell we gave,
And no reply came, you’d cave,
And darkness in your eyes did twine.

Languidly, you let go.
I watched in calm repose
As you fell, without pause or prose,
Into the white foam, like a mermaid’s glow.

Days passed, and I remained
On morning’s green, still and still,
Upon the world’s edge, as fate fulfilled,
As you embraced your destiny, unchained.

At home, the tea’s scent is missed
For days uncounted and gone;
You’re the only one to whom I’ve drawn
My tales, the only one who’s dismissed.

March, then, came, swift and unkind,
With summer’s greed in its wake,
And the sweater as my cushion of sighs,
On the world’s edge, where I’s born to ache.

The ifs and buts, with whirlwinds,
Speeding and screaming, still intrude.
I’m finding myself still sitting still,
Not avoiding the lightnings’ feud.

January harbored only sadness,
And fortunately, I had a vacant pack,
With pockets worn, and time to track,
Too much time, always too slack.

Venice still waits, impatiently,
But like me, lost track o’ the days.
For days and days, from the world’s edge’s gaze,
The void awaits your return, stupidly, faithfully.