Will I find my lover in the lakes?

A shining moon that passes by

A cyclone that wanders around recklessly

If love truly is blind,

then maybe I can find

my lover in the sound of a cellphone chime,

in the scent of old journals,

in the heat of the summer, in Monopoly money

in the buzz of an airplane as it drifts right above me

Tell me, honey, if I crossed your name out of my list of potentials,

Will you forgive me?

Because I no longer see you as someone I can go back to

You looked too perfect

it always concerned me

how love can deceive you

when you look with your eyes.

Your books and poetry read too much like odes

I should have spoken them out loud to hear all the elegies

You always said you were writing about me

I should've felt you were writing about us

If love truly is blind,

then you no longer deceive me

Because, for my next lover, I know not to find

I know not to focus on the glitter of the lake

I will close my eyes and wait

And feel the breeze on me

I will close my eyes and wait

And smell the fresh grass

I will close my eyes and wait

And taste the salt air

I will close my eyes and wait

For someone to find me there

Read more poems like this in my poetry collection "If I Can See You When I Pass Away." You can order it via https://aidanbernales.carrd.co or through my social media accounts: aidanreuel on IG and Facebook.