lilacs caught on the cusp of caring

Lilacs caught on the cusp of caring,

Remembering the way- the heat saturated mid-day air.

The hot thick breeze clung to our throats as we pretended not to care-

Your fingertips dug into my hands forming fossils in the soft clay of me.

 

Lilacs caught on the cusp of caring,

When we pulled those canvases snug over their wooden frames,

The dreams that were encapsulated on tanned out linen

Brush strokes that screamed- that dared to be more than line and form

 

Lilacs caught on the cusp of caring,

We were younger then- yesterday

The scent of lilac was strung along my skin as you breathe- I breathed you in-

Pine and Juniper- you were my summer- you were my first taste of collapsing dismay

 

Lilacs caught on the cusp of caring,

I suppose those pleasantries couldn’t keep you from leaving

For now, I trudge through ankle deep slush acknowledging the season

You were like the lilacs that wilted after a week of new beginnings-

            Dead and gone-

Lilacs caught on the cusp of not caring.

 

ida patton