when I set foot
on Georgia ground
did the echos in my heart
resound
and fill the empty cells
of yours
with memories of
the summer days
halcyon
and free?
when I set foot
on Georgia ground
did you hear the whispered sigh
of midnights spent in hush?
feel the flicker hum of
falling asleep by
screen light?
remember faintly
driving under
starlight?
did you perhaps
feel the earth
tremble
with remembered
shared moments,
almost sacrosanct?
promises made
in the naive hope
of youth?
promises broken
into shattered dreams
to be touched only
by fingertip
to bleed
onto
hallowed ground
blasphemous
did you feel me?
did that fragile red strand
still tug?
and now
I sit
crying
in an airport
in Georgia
pulling the gratifying weight of grief
around me
not a shroud
the - not quite
the - almost was
of us
of them,
(two young and foolish lovers)
trembling on my lips
our choices
made
apart
irrevocably
-but still-
regrettable
even if that regret means
pain
even if that regret
doesn't go all the way down
to the depths
doesn't shift
continents
but it's there
the knowledge
of the might have been,
immutable,
like the constellations
but
we both made choices
and now we're bound
by vows made
to people found
by things we thought we wanted
and things we truly did
and
by the love we made in the process
so far from our own
