The lion at night

Truth is you never gave me the chance
It was always about you
I wonder what you saw under the streetlights at night
We're you blinded by my smoke?
Choking on your own words I wonder if you remember anything
If you even heard
The sound of my breath cold hanging in the air
The sound of my footsteps
We would sit out all night
Gold glowing down on our heads
So many lost dreams waiting on you

Reviews

[Dave W.]

Matters of the heart can be so simple in the begining then devolve into complexity and confusion, I really liked this poem very much.

[Twilight]

Some mixed memories and feelings, about your past time; with a special someone.

"We would sit out all night", perhaps holding one another tenderly; in a warm and lingering embrace. As you take in a cold night air, gazing up at the stars, moon or into one another's dreamy eyes?

Despite the tender moments expressed, there is negativity here too. Such as the lover's selfish approach, in your lines "It was always about you". And, your wonderment; as to whether or not he was blinded by your smoke.

Thanks for sharing. I accept "read requests" on this site, as well.