The Skirmish

The air seemed to be monochrome,  

In the monotonous loop of days in the end, 

Until the echo of his laughter, 

Warmed my sullen heart, garnishing a tedious weekend.

To a parched soul, he was enslaving liquor.

So, I dove headfirst into an exhilarated fantasy,

Starring my beloved, who beamed a beam with a halo

In boundless love blooming on the edge of ecstasy.

I Sought his silhouette among a great many faces

A spluttering mess, if I ever met his countenance,

The rumble of his careless guffaw was a beautiful mirage,

No scent was more alluring than the apparition of his essence.

I loved most ardently, I loved and only loved

But I'd loved all alone

My yearning gaze was all his,

But my gaze went unbeknown.

Helpless as a heart ripped into shreds,

Asphyxiated, by the ruinous envy that strived within me, 

My euphoria died with tears that surreptitiously shed

When he loved a girl, who wasn't me.

I was mere grime overshadowed by the girl's glory 

Since the commencement, I'd never stood a chance,

So, I ripped all my orbs away from the mortifying trance

No more could let my feet blister in that tragic dance.

Half a decade has passed

Yet there's still a subtle startle within me at the mention of his name,

Had heard he moved countries, he's travelling the world now,

Yet the world for me will never be the same.

I set out passionately armoured only to return post ignominious cowardice

Although maimed, never would I regret the skirmish,

For in the murk of a fourteen-year-old's naivety,

He became a memory I still most fondly cherish.