Night-Owlry

If you could see me now...
That's a persistent thought
A hypothetical world since 2009
Where I've lived with a feeling I never lost

Recently I noticed how
Heretics fortified our likeness in a rum branch
But like a large wind, rotten luck just blew it away
I wasn't ready for that

I was finally learning who you were
And in the most peculiar way
It was close to 2am, I think
So why not make cinnamon rolls?

No one's ever made me feel so at ease
So proud of myself, of my thoughts
I can see us in that room
Where I had the colloquy of my life

There was so much to say
And there's mountains more today
But you're gone

If you could only see me now...

(Written on September 1, 2012)

© Ricky Randall
September 1, 2012

If you like this one, please be sure to check out my poem "A Rose For Agnes Teggerdine". That is, if you enjoy longer poems. Thanks. I appreciate all your reviews and support! Ricky.