I wish you could be
the voice under my voice
when i stand there.
i promise to be strong
when i see the words
and the numbers again.
(good gal i am)
i know
somebody will hold me
as i think about...about...
stones...marbles...
ex-rays...hair...teeth...
us.
i promise i will
look at you with closed eyes.
my hands in my pockets,
my mind touching you
as if something could contain
what we had,
what we didn't have,
what we will never have.
i was 28.
how long?
twenty-two years.
twenty-two years.
i murmured.
and when i leave,
you won't stay there:
you will be where
you have always been.
don't worry about me:
i am always 28
when september comes.
