who hung the moon?

Spring

my hope melted with the snow 

into a puddle of many questions,  

now with answers left unknown 

he wiped my tears as i watched you go

while i cursed our fate all the way home 

and i was the one who marked you the most?

a death wish, our prison sentence

asking him, what is there that i don’t know?

words can heal,

words can bruise

it was never my choice 

and it was always you 

supposed to be beautiful

instead our summer

to me, was cruel

Summer

i’m thinking to myself,

this is our carrier pigeon

sending smoke signals

right across the ocean

mature, yet feeling smitten

just doting on a playground crush

made our own morse code

like passing notes on the school bus

receive a notification

it’s our little liaison  

from this we know

we’re not dead and gone

began to notice our roses wilting

afternoons of august heat 

sweat out all my hope again, profusely

lost was our intended rhythm,

as he chose a shiny new heartbeat 

character swap our summer plans,

how easy she stole my tropez tan

robbed right from mine,

right as she grabbed his hand

let my last finger go,

then all night with her you dance

and now i do the solo tango 

sur la côte d'azur was the great hoax 

we will not swim or sunbathe, 

won’t lie together on nice’s coast

or on the sands of saint-tropez 

with no riviera reunion, 

we’re just strangers

now divided by an ocean

now i presume

my warning label is gullible

still, you should know

my love was never just a show

when dreary you cried,

like our hearts, grey skies

squint in my own fog,

is everything okay?

yes sweetie, thanks

i sing come what may,

of hope give my last sliver,

she’d never fail to appreciate

but this lining’s not silver. 

miss this color 

in our sky

in his summer 

now it is our bourrée blues

the only track i’m dancing to 

Autumn

bliss is not a sustainable state of heart

it can’t hold forever, what falls apart

now two stones he has for eyes

rolling his little hazels

at frays from these severed ties,

but never binding,

as he goes reminding 

and this is predictable

my swollen heart you curve

just like clockwork,

cue that radio silence curse

i will not join a tricycle

so now i ride a unicycle

and just my hurt i juggle

oh so many midsummer eve

balancing on a tightrope,

just straddling that trapeze

i’m standing on stilts now

but i’ll be your circus clown

if it means

you keep laughing with me

sound of music to my ears,

his is one of my favorite things

but in rearview mirror

look behind us to see, 

our dead ending 

with his glaring hypocrisy 

full of broken cobblestones

with a fork in the middle 

i’ll take the long way home 

pedestal 

pedal stalled 

on this path we follow 

a promised daydream of tomorrow

well low and behold,

on our map

there is no high road 

the next turn is stark and bleak 

they’re ruthless, both mine and yours

our dark words loop on repeat 

but i am hating this heinous chorus

your subito piano to apathy,  

a crescendo to my melancholy  

so biting that my heart will freeze 

Winter

it killed me alive, and asleep,

our little love story,

once shallow, twice deep 

still, 

when i retell the tale

i will stutter as i speak 

collateral damage it is,

right to mine from his, 

after the heart tsunami

this desert heat to tundra switch,

only show his words’ true climate

love his spring, loathe his winter

how did i accept this behavior? 

i look around, only barren trees

shaking my head, how can this be? 

his pendulum ways can’t baffle me 

because as you say, i’m too naive

i am no longer blind 

by glasses so distorted 

with a rose colored sheen, 

i see ashes from our forest 

as far as the eye can see

Spring

they say,

forever is the sweetest con

they tell me,

let bygones be bygones

they’ve become unsung,

all our beloved songs 

now all we share is this wicked tongue

i can’t do a damn thing 

i peer in our garden, 

but what is missing?

Now I ask 

Who hung the moon?

I’ll save the last dance just for you