Perspective

Hi guys,

I have a rough, little poem I started writing on Valentines Day when I visited a place that is very special to me. I hadn’t been for a while but it was just a beautiful as I remembered. It was initially meant to be haiku structure but to be honest, I wasn’t really paying attention to the syllable count haha! I finished it at 3 am this morning and kind of just wanted it done. So some stanzas are 5-7-5, others aren’t- oops!! I’ll probably come back and correct that later.
Hope you’re well.

Enjoy.
. . .

The sweet remnants of
winter lingers in the crunch
of leaves beneath boots.

I can’t help but feel
guilt like a skeletal hand pressed to
my spine when I think

of the last time I
visited this place, when hours
were measured in the

time it took for rays
of summer to soak into
soft clouds overhead.

It has been months since.
And yet this haven still holds
as much magic as

I had remembered.
You see, this place is why the
word “perspective” was

invented, when the fog
lifts from the horizon and
there’s a clear view

above the city,
cool breeze whispers a promise
of clarity. But

I cannot pretend
that this place wasn’t even
more special when the

space next to me on
this bench was filled- how
I wish you were here.