923 Catalyst [18 September 2017]

He was a catalyst,
a breaker of my former expectations;
a dream I didn’t know I wanted.
In my mind’s eye,
I could see evenings outside
listening as he strummed a tune,
sharing a quiet moment before bed.
Laughing as restfulness turned to passion
on a morning bright with promise.
However, he went silent in the water
and I could no longer follow his beacon.
But he gave me so much
in confidence, in enjoyment, in conversation
that I cannot find it in me to feel
anything other than gratefulness
and a sense of sorrowful joy that at least
he was in my life for that moment in time.
Yet still a part of me mourns,
for I will never get the chance to speak his name
to the face I imagined so many times.

Copyright 2017
Johanna Fugitt

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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