It Seems As If Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

It seems as if your lips took flight,
And your silhouette has disappeared from my sight
The dark, estranged commune sheds light
But not so much on my opaque, heavy face
It’s as if you wore your heart on your sleeve,
And lost it whence you walked and collided with the crowd
Your face was aglow, but not as bright as they used to be,
It seems as if your eyes took flight
It seems as if your soul was keen with effervescence,
It seems as if your smile was too stern with effacement
But only when you meet me – and that, a riddle not worth knowing,
For it seems that your heart has gone to a land far-fetched
That neither my hands nor my feet could reach
These puny, useless hands and feet – dullard physiologies
I am infatuated to your stillness, young Nikki,
For in your stillness, beside me in a bus,
In a car, where the subcompact yearns for your touch,
You seem absent – heart, not there,
Hands, loose inside mine,
Smiles, feigned and induced
The Sun, down the dashboard
But never on your eyes
But these happen only when you meet me,
It seems as if your tranquility is a subtle noise inside,
Where the ruckus is far from the mundane –
Oh, turbulence, why the sudden change of heart?
Is it not that the stars were as abstract as art?
To rest asylum in these steady musings,
And to lose myself inside a cavernous bar,
Only avail me of more flagrant, injurious sufferings –
To let go, or to let slow of my pace
I do not know,
For it seems as if the speed of your departure
Defeats the speed of light – oh, translucence, I am trapped
For in the speed of her departure,
I am sluggish in my trails –
To trail, or to derail the train towards convalescence,
I do not now, for the world offers so many questions,
But only scarce answers –
So tonight I am culpable to write: “The night oozes with memories,
And her chasm is empty –“
And the lines may beckon eagerness,
But then, I am not enough to fill her
Oh, how transitory this damsel is –
And in the time of her passing through, and passing towards,
I thrill, I am electrified until it cannot be so.