After Twenty-Five Years April 8, 2008
Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.trackback
When you last saw me, some twenty-five years ago,
I was a different man, not just younger, but different,
and it was a time of chasing, a time of letting go,
and you were my victim on the Road To Decadent.
I can see your face, shocked by what I said as I was to say it,
and it was no more confusing for you than it was for me,
now that I can admit the truth, that I finally got past it.
But I can tell by your eyes you haven’t, you were never set free.
Yes, you’ve lived, you’ve worked, you’ve gotten on with life,
and I believe there are few as brave and proud as you.
That is much like your father, and it made you a good wife,
and you adopted the son who could not be born from the womb.
I saw the video clip and I’m sure you don’t know
I heard the whispers and I saw from the corner of my eyes
if only on occasion in the gravity of full moon glow,
and when love is crestfallen and suffers and cries.
I heard you then, and I hear you now, only faintly today,
like the weak signal of a radio station in the distance.
It’s a place I can briefly visit but I cannot stay,
it’s the point of awful pain and least resistance.
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