Leaning on this broken fence,
between past and present tense,
dreaming about words we inscribed,
getting married,
forever altering life.
All fragmented nightmares now,
haunting.

Along with the reminiscent,
of your streaming brunette hair,
a tinge of fruity sweetness,
of small stubby fingers,
which flirted with mine,
of long walks
leading to secret places.
Where only cows and chickens,
could tell of what they had seen.

Prolonging nights,
whispers of love and lust.
Your blue eyes looking past mine,
straight inside my susceptible body.
Knotting my stomach.
Creating butterflies
that toss and turn inside,
vanishing with your disappearance.

brain,
Tell me we’re no good.
force me to think
about what she did.
What lead to this mess of me,
teetering on this broken fence.

heart,
Shattered like a mirror,
seven years bad luck in love.
Wishing one last time,
for gloss laden lips to cross mine,
always ready to comfort,
always ready to mend.

Every heart break they caused.

I sit here with this broken fence.
Softening stiff wood with tears.
Scraping out
all beautiful things
that once adorned the oak.
As I am,
all the memories from my soul.

And yet, it is worth nothing.
For who could ever forget?
two and a half years,
fighting,
kissing,
loving.
young, fruitful hips meeting mine,
for the first delicate touch.
No cheating,
could ever take this back,
could ever erase the past.

Which is why I lean on the present
of this broken fence,
Hoping one day I’ll move on,
and leave the past
on the other side.