Friday, August 27, 2010
Stranger
Speak of the times you were there
And I wasn't.
Look upon me as a stranger
I am.
Believing the unspoken
Hoping the implausible
Waiting on the nonexistent
I watched for a sign
Until my eyes bled. . .
. . . and saw nothing.
For your truth
Was not mine
Your fealty was in body,
Not soul
And mine was in soul,
But not deed.
There was a dream I once had
Before you taught me to cry
I dont need to tell you
The details
I dont think I could remember them...
Anyway,
I let it go
Sometime last night
A broken smile
A dead whisper
Either way
You never saw it
You never heard it
It doesnt matter
Youve made your judgement
Youve made the choice.
And I remain unsurprised
Because you sought out another
Far before I.
I speak of the times that I was there
And you werent
I look upon you as a stranger;
You are.
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1 comment:
A touching and heartfelt poem. I feel like I can relate to this.
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