The Ides Of March Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

I can still feel the air of that March evening.
My hands still shake whenever I recall
that somber little reunion.
I had not expected to see you anytime soon.
Years had passed since you had moved on
and forgotten me.
That evening was the first time that I had
seen you in what felt like centuries.
My heart dropped to the floor and there was
a moment where my soul wanted to escape
from my chest to touch you.
I could not believe that it was you once again.

I always knew that you were the one,
but I guess that you had better plans,
and greater offers.
As I looked at you my eyes drank every
curve and every molecule of your grace.
My hands were shaky and sweaty.
My arms hurt from wanting to hold you tightly.

Lord knows how I wanted to fold into you arms
and just leave the forgotten years behind.

Maybe we could start again?
Then I looked deeply into profound and dark sea
that is hidden in those beautiful eyes.
I wanted to lay my weary head against your chest
and feel the beating of your heart.
It felt like the first time that I ever laid eyes on you.
I was that same venomous and intense passion
that still burns in my bones.

You smiled coyly and tilted your head to the left
like you always did when you wanted me to try
to understand your reasoning.
It was that heavy and burning silence in your hands
that let me understand that there was nothing left.
This was just ceremony.
It was time to lay it all to rest and bury what little
was left of whatever we once had.