Set Her Free (A Poem)

In June,

I was consumed,

By you. And you know who you are… 

Time flew by when you were on my mind. 

A whole month of excitement and anticipation,

Late night calls,

Dopamine texting,

Clandestine encounters,

For the sake of it all,

But you left me in shatters…

But this time it didn’t kill me,

Cause, well, we kept it shomer. Kind of. 

And although you were the sweetest thing that could ever walk the plank,

There was something in you that couldn’t get you to the other side,

Something holding you back,

Fear,

Or something… 

Someone with all that courage and power,

But a fly lands on your wrist, it gets to you,

The past life comes back,

The trauma,

The fear. The agony all over again. 

I get it,

I understand,

And I don’t hate you for it at all. 

And for the first time,

I think I can say,

I would recommend you to my best of friends of the highest esteem. 

You really have it in you. 

But when we raced across the track,

Sat for hours, on apps, mains, desserts & tea, 

There was nothing but heaven when you were with me. 

Reflecting on how lost I can be,

But how right it was when you were with me. 

Synchronized harmony, and universal synchronicity, 

Each relationship becomes a part of me,

It makes its way into who I am,

As my experiences become a part of me,

And a part of you, 

And before you know it,

You’re a culmination of past lives and past loves. 

But as life goes on,

And although I miss those good times,

And I know you’re not gonna ever come back, 

And I know it doesn’t bother me all that much,

As if the Tikkun was done,

And we’ve overcome,

Some kind of universal, relationship challenge,

Only to eventually find your true love…

But know this, 

I somehow thought that you were different,

And you had a spark that doesn’t come through so often,

Or ever,

Or at least twice in a decade. 

But now it’s July,

And in June I was consumed,

By the thought of you,

The drinks with you,

And cigars with friends where I talked about you. 

And although you may never come back,

I just think I should say,

That for the first time in over ten years,

Two decades,

I told someone, without even thinking,

Just jumped out of my mouth mid conversation: “I think she’s the one” 

So, now I’ll send this message in a bottle,

Post it and boast it, hoping you’ll see it. 

But if you do,

And if you choose,

To scroll on by,

Or not click to read,

I won’t be sad, or even hurt inside,

Nor will I even shed one tear.

But at this time, and forever forward,

I’ll want you to know, that when I held you near, 

I really considered you my dear. 

And saw a lifetime of happiness and love with you, 

And though sometimes, near is dear,

And you really want to see it through,

But in some instances, you open the chapter and set the pages free. 

Into the wind,

Into the future, 

And form a life well lived, loved and tried. 

So, So long my dear,

So long my dear…. 

May the wind be at your feet and the sun always shine in your direction. 

Until the next life. Until the next encounter, 

With love, and a thousand horses,

Was yours truly, 

Joseph Rothvogel