for V.L.
thought they’d taken us apart
taken you away or sent you away
showing up to see you,
I thought futile, I had, several times
visits which did not bear fruit
thought we’d become friends
just for friendship to end
new faces, strangers,
cold formality, friendly pretences
empty compared with knowing you
how robbed I felt
was I overjoyed to see you
even mopping the floor
making the wood like new
laboring, liking it
or seeming to and so lovely
how restored I felt
what I thought ended,
over and done with, available still
the loss I felt, how valuable you are
some things need to stay in place
in this ever changing, whirling world
wild with joy when I saw you
boy near by, attached to you
must I move over, make room
verse lines connect us,
with what are you and he connected
with what in addition
to youth and beauty
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
6:58 a.m. 05.12.08
1 Comments:
I like this poem... its something how we all long to connect with others and experience the simplicity of friendship.
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