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It was meant to be today,
I was meant to re-connect
with a spirit, a part I had lost,
to strike me with its
long awaited answers,
fed to me
whisper by sweet whisper,
a breath, a word,
permeating my being
so I may taste the exposure
of all that was lost,
and all that is,
should I invade you too.
Then maybe both will remember...
ReplyDeleteThe past lingers in the present while awaiting the future.
ReplyDeleteMy friend it would not be an invasion but a non hostile take over.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYes
ReplyDeleteThis is how I feel today and most days lately.
ReplyDeleteThose moments were important to me...
ReplyDeleteLife at times
Becomes scarce
When day blends into day
Is it Wednesday
Or was that
Yesterday, or tomorrow
You borrow from yourself
Just to live another day
Only thing is
You don't know what part
Of you
You borrowed 4:45 to 6:38
From
And like buns in the oven
They rise to the occasion
Those borrowed parts of a life
Filling the holes quite close
Leaving me relieved
Because closer then I'll be
To the end of the day
When life has its way
After it is done with you
Had its say
You think, dam! Not so bad a day
Not knowing what going where you went
Taking borrowed parts
Left a mint
Of wreakage in its wake
Until
One day
Purely out of desperation
Couldn't tell you why really
You walk backwards
Seeing
How many
Day after days
Actually went past
Then you see
A conversation
That did not end
It was borrowed
By me
No clue what there could be
More important you see
Than the reply
Expected from me
But knowing me
Just keep breathing, being, living,
Seeing one more day
Was probably why I borrowed
This conversation
From me
Returned it when I could
And me
Standing there
Thinking for all this time
It was thee who failed to respond
Not me
How fickle
Life can be
Were I to have the chance
To go back the months and years
To that day
I the borrower came to take that
Conversation away
I would do the same
But on my hand
A tattoo would say
Don't lose that conversation
I loaned to me today
Because I treasured
All those moments
Talking and typing with
Amy May
Hello my friend
It's been many a day
Since I read your words
And I felt this way
How's your daughter
How's writing
How are things
On that end of the bridge
Not really so far away
On the off chance
Maybe this time
Remind me
When it's my turn
To say
Hello there,
How was your day?
Chris McQueeney @just saw this, Wednesday 8/24/2016