Red Rain
I remember last September
An enchanted month to be with you
I wondered what you’d do
If I told you I like you too much
I remember sitting on my front steps
Chatting with you late into the night
You telling me you’re starting school tomorrow
And me texting you after you’d got home
And this Summer I look back at this
I marvel at how innocent we were -
How innocent I was, how happy we’d been,
And feel a pang in my chest-
Because we can never be this happy together again
We now live in a city of gas and bullets
And enjoy a summer in smoke, a song of fire,
You fight at the front and I’m too weak to join you
Night after night I shut my eyes to the image of red tears
Streaming from your face, wishing in vain it is not real,
You screaming your name soundlessly to the cameras watching
My horror at seeing what they’d done to your beautiful face
The worst thing is that this is not killing us
The worst thing is that they’re slowly poisoning us
The worst thing is that we’ve got everything and nothing to lose;
And that I can’t tell you I still love you.
©bluebellz (2019)
Originally published on my blog: https://isabellesparkles.wordpress.com
Image source: https://www.instagram.com/p/B12sTehAhtJ/ taken 31 Aug 2019
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