Looking back, autumn does seem an odd
time to begin an affair…
We raced for the sunset,
she trying to capture falling
leaves through the open sunroof,
me attempting to drive while distracted
by desire. Only luck and diffused light
through the trees enabled me to follow
the proper westward fork in the road
so we could see the final glow, witness
the last sand of the day fall.
A manic need to be present for another end,
as if it would ensure another beginning.
Love is not dependent on the seasons for change.
There was no snow to signal our chill,
merely a disconnect, the spark no longer finding
the fuse, wax from spent candles left in disfigured
puddles on the floor. Hearts were not hewn, gods
did not clash when we parted. We both smiled,
she kissed my cheek and we parted down
different paths, neither turning to watch
the other leave.
I drive through the woods on occasion,
usually at night with the sunroof open,
trying to capture moonbeams as they fall.
Notes: This started from a couple of different ideas and evolved to include the Sunday Whirl Wordle words. It is a bit different from me simply from the standpoint of longer lines, which always make me think it would be better suited for prose.