"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Les Champs-Elysees aka portfolio 2
Saturday, January 5, 2008

I have called you father in my sleep
I held out my hand
Whispering your name like a forgotten verse

I turn over
My open hand flung across The Word
My open heart lay wanting at the foot of the bed
It was the edge of my universe

I sleep on,
Burrows frowed
And you wander on towards the light
Hand in hand with another
Whispering soft tears upon my cheeks
Like a forgotten verse

I like how the last stanza throws off the whole tense of the thing. too much?

Posted byEm
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