Poem: Refrain

[ash_of_roses]

More proof that I don't write poems for people who will actually read them.

'Refrain'

She whispers kindness in the night,
A ghost of text, a cell phone's ghostly light
A sweetness like the rain in summer time
A soft mirage where all is sharp and bright.
I want to offer up a gift of rhyme,
But the way she says goodnight is so abrupt.

She will not meet, so all I have are words
Fragile, flightless, scattering like birds
For all they are my passion and my art,
The sweet and bitter are the whey and curds
That no force can combine when once they part.
The way she says goodnight is so abrupt.

I've been a ghost before, I know the way
The promises to make, what not to say.
I know this art; I love this lonely dance
Yet still I pine for more, for some bright day
For half of everything if given half a chance
But the way she says goodnight is so abrupt.

I do not like my poems with refrain
The repetition rides me, sharp as pain
Retracing paths, remember or forget
to walk the summer, always parched for rain.
There will be chances--mine has not come yet
but the way she says goodnight is so abrupt.