Did I Ever Really Know?

In August, I remember when the sky fell in on itself

hot as a molasses running between breast and hip,

there are some moments when I dreamed on fire,

when I burned for something greater than myself,

swept up on the coattails of youthful passion.

When I think I knew more than the world,

when I was young and dumb and possibilities "endless"...

But in September the sky opened up,

cool breeze dried up sticky heat between breast and hip,

and my dreams of fire are put out by the reality

that I never burned. Not even once in my tiny life,

and those coattails belonged to a viper who wished me harm,

and the world had always known what was next.

I am now old and not much wiser,

but at least I know that possibilities do not go on forever

they can also just... end.