To Have You in My Corner, If Only For a Summer

To Have You in My Corner, If Only For a Summer
by Noah Gordon
I’m standing on a hill
watching the river wind
through the back-lit
valley.
There are two
maybe three things
I’m sure of:
1. Walk home more often
2. Sit on porch with dog
3. Regret regrets about regrets
“I fail to see the beauty
of your indecision,” I yell
at the moon.
Up here,
time hangs
like a broken windmill.
We will never know each other, truly.
I will never know what makes your guts
fill with golden joy, what makes you shudder
with happiness.
For me, it’s the bronzed hour of the day,
light falling through oaks and maples,
the word ‘cul-de-sac,’
or the fact that my brother lives
next to a haberdashery.
Toward’s the horizon
the sun spirals down,
and i think of you, one last time.
I think of you
and your perfect,
lonely eyes
one last time.