Member Poem

In the air sage burns, a droplet from my wine glass runs
Down the stem, the foot, the surface of the coaster
it then enters, through its pores to resurface dispersed, expansive,
leaving stains on both the coaster and the glass table,
Only one of which can be wiped away

My mind is left to wonder on
About past love and what this desperate heart wants

When it is all said and done
When it all fades away into all but a glimmer
Perhaps when were both old and grey
When our hair’s brittle and lose its natural shade
My hope is that someday you will look back
Appreciatingly at me, this now distant figure and remember
Not the silly reason that we went our separate ways
Not the argument that ended us
Just all of the time that we spent together
The way that I loved you and all my efforts
From October to December
By then the sands of time will have long engulfed us
And shorter will be our days
Thoughts of me will surely be remnants you’d long since left behind
I yearn for permanence, some significance,
My own sacred space in your mind
Though realistically I’ll be eclipsed by years of others love, relationships over time
Chasing respective goals and living these separate lives that we live
Possibly both then with spouses, husbands, wives and kids
having started our own families, planted our own seeds
The typical “see, I’m a functioning, happy adult” checklist
Perhaps it is a foolish notion for me ever to think
You’d someday regret not being with me

Sage smoke swirls gently
It interweaves itself with the air that I breathe
The aromatic scent enters my nostrils as it slowly reaches my lungs
My heart has gone weak.