Cityscapes and winter breaks

If your stare was a scenescape,

It would be a hard city road,

With no cracks.

The glaring night lights would be streaming down, but not real light

Just filtered smoke

Like the people in the city,

Roaming around, lighting up

And not saying hello.

Once, when I was younger

I saw your brown eyes across

The tiny classroom—-

And I saw the light.

I saw the brilliant story that could be

You and I,

But my stare that you created from

A vision of adoration,

Was filtered with a bad reflection,

Like murky water on the oily streets,

Gleaming and ready to stagnate.

I swear your name gave me life,

And I taught my eyes to

translate that to your heart,

Yet it hurts to see that glare now

But, at least I’m in a deep jungle city,

And there’s something that feels like

Life here.

I truly felt your rumbling rainforest once,

The sands of your life

Sprinkling your pain

Onto my soul

Like a sparkling waterfall —-

Now it’s a maddening drip,

That never ends.

I once asked myself of how holding your hand,

And colliding our hearts

And our minds

Would look in a picture,

And I pictured a beautiful white, crisp

Landscape

With a gorgeous Aurora borealis—-

And now

All I can hear and see and feel is a bustling

Hard city terrain

And now I can see the cracks,

Between my loving stare

And your glare

A street that the city will never

Fix.