Far off, somewhere-
Quite a way over there...
I never did meet you,
But pain is a common friend...
I'm writing you a letter now,
A testament, a confession note...
A little thought
I've often wondered...
Open the door
Switch on the light...
I put pen to paper,
But realize my hand...
Catch, says Future,
And tosses me the World...
I run, pressing on, racing and pacing-
Stumbling, leaden-legged and breathless...
Empty seats.
Rows, waves, truckloads, boatloads...
River, River, reflecting light,
Show me your metaphors of bookish might...
As we watched on in the silent night,
With not a hint of a source of light...
I can feel you breathing,
Sitting in the little chair...