liminal

it was summer and I was
alone in love with you
where you’d left me
on useless plains that
held a highway in place

I caught a train to the city
and stayed up late every night
an endless thing absurdly free
transcribing Boys Don’t Cry

it was summer and I was
learning finer and darker
the points of being a romantic
how keenly I felt the feeling of feelings
and found myself there
within four useless walls

hours spent trawling the bins
for the legendary treasures
of forgotten gaily styled men

it was summer until I saw
your face out of place
as it turned away
as it vanished
and showed the path of forever

//ends