Home Team Bleachers

Home Team Bleachers

A sharp and biting wind assaults my face,
The cold of metal bench beneath my thighs.
Around the bases, fading lines, I chase
The mem'ry of your eyes and first goodbyes.

The darkness brought reprieve from Summer's heat
And fanned the flames of raging fires of lust.
We sat and shared a kiss - your lips so sweet -
Your ev'ry touch cements a growing trust.

I learned of you and you of me, that night -
The echoes bring me back to place and time,
Bring back the fear of your impending flight -
But Summer's gone and so is the sublime.

I sit here on the home team's bleachers - sad -
Remembering the joy of what I had.