the eyes of my past
gaze into the eyes of your past
I never see you anymore
we used to spend hours sitting around
arguing over what to do
flicking cards
wandering dollar stores
pretending we controlled the wind and fire
prairie boredom eating us
alive
I hadn’t known the now would get so large
that we couldn’t even yell to each other
across it
where am I?
in the Veil of Cashmere
children play behind a hedge
where two dudes smoke crack
and I read a novel
are you surprised
I am still eating the sweet rice
of days
and thinking about you?
they say life is made of moments
how could we ever
hold one up above the others?
but I do
I do
believing still in a yearning
that will break the whole system
bowing
bowing
saying, thank you, words
you can rest
I go now to where only the heart can go
No comments:
Post a Comment