I don't count the days
I just watched them
pass
finding meaning in
each
as they go by
reminded of this or that
from that time or another
from before it all went bad
when I still believe
something
might get salvaged
going to last nothing
has
I get to witness the changes
enduring them early on
later becoming numb
as whatever has
transpired
no longer rests on my shoulders
a speck in her eyes
as her gaze moves
beyond
this small narrative
to some greater epic
in which I play no
role
we no longer stroll the same hallways
even if we still
reside nearby
her world like a ship adrift
while I still feel tied up to the dock
she once sailed from
and all I do is watch
from a distance
to wonder if she will
find a new port
or will she
perpetually wander
touching this place
or that
yet never long enough to drop anchor
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