The Parting Blows Of Love Poem by Silas Rosalie Dumont

Can you feel heartbreak when leaving a place?
I remember the first time I saw that face
The rows of corn were standing tall
Raindrops pounding against the wall
Of a cheap four door sedan
Oppressive heat and summer bugs
I fondly remember learning to love
The sound of flies
Buzzing idly in the air
Daisies growing through the fence
Humidity condensed on tents
The bursts of colours
On the trees in fall
But how quickly we turned sour
As the buds began to flower
In the spring, how many years ago?
You kept me caged in the monotone
Of greys and browns and paving stone
And the flies began to bite
At my flesh.
As the walls came closing in
I realized that I was in
What I thought
Was my very own hell
And now we're parting ways and
Suddenly we're trying to
Change the other's mind
But we know it's for the best
While the markets do the rest
And once again
The birds begin to sing
And the softly falling rain
Gently soothes the pain
Of the birdsong in the bottom of my heart
How I grew to hate these fields,
just as they began to yield
A harvest of the region's beauteous things
Once more do I find peace
In the river's flowing lease
And the trees along the edge where I once wrote
As I waited for a lover
Who was with me undercover
But alas he never met me there at all
And so never more will I see
The painting that is fall
In this heart-breaking place