Poetry|Writing in the Margins
Summer Days into Nights
A poem
It’s a humid, summer day,
The heat is heavy and saps your energy.
You realize you’re moving from hope
Into the heavy follow-through.
When inevitable struggles as a couple
Are just the foreshadowing of autumn.
The breeze from your AC is a tease
And is comforting but guilt-ridden foreshadowing.
As the bright flowers begin to wilt,
It’s time to decide what needs to be pruned.
The bright precedes the night.
The shine in your eyes
Blinds and makes it even harder to see
When the light finally dims.
But you’ll see so much clearer
After your sight adjusts to the darkness.
As the sun goes down,
The shadows lengthen ominously.
Your memory of the once-lived
Glitzy distraction of vibrant nightlife
Contrasts your current reality.
It’s nice to have the peace of an occasional night alone
With a beer and the company
Of nothing but a symphony of frogs and cicadas.
But in retrospect,
This new perspective
Of taking a little space
Is sharp as razor blades.
The truth had to cut through at some point.
The weight is still heavy,
As you each decide if you’ll keep trying.
