Brevity and Superfluous

I remember how the water crested.

And also the pupils that remained fixated

beneath the deluge of a dimming August sun

on iridescent Scotian lakes.

I remember how your hair floated;

swelling with the sonorous tremors of

the ephemeral cosmos tugging.

Love tints everything,

and hate eventually undercuts it.

When I escape the fatalist clutches of each,

and the memories merge with tangibility

it’ll dawn that maybe I was in love with a girl

that couldn’t love herself.