Goodbye my summer love

You were my spring love, then summer and sometimes autumn.
We were all sweetness and light.

There were overcast skies as the autumn of our love approached.
Then they darkened.

You missed the sun and the clouds remained.
Your rain of tears fell steadily.

And then an epiphany; a thunderous moment.
Lightening struck and you fled.

I was left in the eye of the storm.
Awaiting rescue.

It never came.
So now I survey the wreckage and hope for sunny spells.

The Yardstick
You measured my love like a yardstick.
An extra inch for this (on a good day).
Minus two for that (on an off day)

It seemed like the measure stick got longer..
Either that or I was very bad.
I was chasing inches but losing metres along the way.

I sought to measure up;
Stand up, be straight, smarten up.
Give a lot.
Square up.
Be silent.
Listen.
Wait, then try to catch up.

I was juggling metrics and imperial measurements.
Nothing added up.

But one day I caught up.
The calculations calculated.
My love immeasurable.
The yardstick gone.

You triumphant;
A barely perceptible sneer across your lips.
And you say:
I'm done with counting.

On Love
You make feel alive she said.
On good days she was up touching the sky.
We were flying together in a heart-shaped balloon.
It pumped and pumped the blood of our love.
It pumped us dry.

On Anger
You never listen to me she said.
Her rage was a red bubble,
Pulsating and venomous.
So, I walked away ignorant,
Avoiding trouble.

On Sadness
I can November she said,
And I can't see you.
I must turn to face this world alone;
December, January, February too.
I looked to the turning trees for answers but only the west wind blew.

On Liberty
I feel like I can breathe again she said.
I am free from the weight of you.
But freedom came at cost.
The loss of mine,
I'm doing time without you.