The Day It Was Over Poem by Duy Bui

Dear Chelsey as I board the bus home,
the same one I took to see you two days ago
now fills with nothing but empty space.
The excitement which came to meet me,
impatiently leading the way to you had
disappeared with the clouds.
Today, a voice whispers
“you were living in clouds, you’re always living
in clouds”

The small New Hampshire town
Where you go to school will rise and dwell
in the blue of some mountain,
and its remnants will hover over me time and again;
perhaps in your name,
or on a walk when shadow of
mountains is cast over me.


We were close, caressing you arms
your hair, your white thighs and kissed your face.
Then I kissed your mouth not knowing that
slowly, words begin to form themselves
like soldiers after many sleepless nights.
Words that speak for “truth and honesty” you confessed.


I too, look at love in the novelty of dreams,
And often find passion, fresh and fleeting.
Though we perceive best in thin air.
The memories of your voice,
dinner and movie, the passion
that came before and left yesterday;
months and days dwindled to one moment,
when my head slowly fell on your shoulders,
dividing past and the present.
“Don’t let me go”, then I knew it was over.

The memories of that small New Hampshire town
where you are will rise and find refuge
in the haze of that blue mountain,
and they will reverberate time and again,
perhaps on a walk when shadow of
mountains is cast over me.
Everything dwindled to that one moment,
the perpetual ending that is my story.