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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Childhood Revisited
Somewhere in the quiet places,
Silenced by the years,
She lives. I am thinking of her.
She stares at me with longing, dare I look?
Hair, thin and brown, blowing about,
Eyes begging that I remember.
And I am happy to see her. Or wait, shall
I say that I am sad?
I swallow hard, breath deep and close my eyes.
Trembling, I reach across time to find myself.
Our tears and dreams entangle, and we, alas, are one,
as we should be. For I cannot live without her,
And this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words.
rk
Somewhere in the quiet places,
Silenced by the years,
She lives. I am thinking of her.
She stares at me with longing, dare I look?
Hair, thin and brown, blowing about,
Eyes begging that I remember.
And I am happy to see her. Or wait, shall
I say that I am sad?
I swallow hard, breath deep and close my eyes.
Trembling, I reach across time to find myself.
Our tears and dreams entangle, and we, alas, are one,
as we should be. For I cannot live without her,
And this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words.
rk
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