The beautiful smell of summer rain,
At once sweet and invigorating,
Is in the air again. My gentle delight
At its presence is adrift in a sea of
Seasonal disappointment.

She shared her joy with me, and now
I want to share mine with her.
She is effortlessly positive: all wide eyes
And genuine curiosity. I am tired,
And awkward, trying to stay
This side of obsession; some things
Never change.

It was so simple. The logic was beyond
Doubt…and yet all day I have
Worried that she did not understand,
And that explanation will mean
She never will.

This is too familiar; I am sick of this
Now. This has tainted too many
Friendships before they were even forged;
Has spoiled so many of what should have
Been the best days of my life.

This is not about rain, or joy;
As always, it is about being me.
It is really me that I want to share,
But before I can get close, I fling up
Another wall into which to smash myself.

Have I missed my opportunity?
Will there be another morning of
Talking and smiling about not very much?

The rain has set in now, displacing
The light of a long summer evening.
Its joy has been replaced with solitude;
Its beauty is lost when it is
Shared with no one.

06/13/2015

Posted on 07/14/2015
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