Those “Might Have Beens”

I tried to gain perspective
As minimal as it was
A viewpoint casually still
Waiting for a script
Followed by a palpable silence
Inverted as it was
Screened in by conjugates
And words that defy description
Caught up in the “might have beens”
But that’s over now

I tried to capture momentum
Freeze framed in my widest lens
A reproduction of the classic pose
Hands on hips, smooth lines
Of charcoal cavorting with cream
And a question hanging in the air
Rhetorical at best
With its invisible heat
Scalding and insatiable
Rising to the sky

I tried to mention your name
In mixed company
A mistake I made once before
But I never could learn
How to love without giving
To leave without a glancing blow
Hidden from view
But no less evident
Than a trickle of blood
Hitting the carpet

I tried to remember a feeling
But it was fleeting at the time
Now completely vanished from view
Taken to the air
And floating away.

Sam