Half a life and some years before We roamed the streets, we three Limitless were possibilities, For the first time, it seemed I was from here, and you… You were just in your silence At least, all suffered alike. Some questions remain : Are mysteries revealed Or is it like the corner bar? A child you left in hock Stares from a photograph And now it comes to me: Waiting for you No one told me not to. I’ve learned not to curse memory When bored, it draws your car At the end of the driveway. I can Only now, imagine what they said To keep you away. I’ve done it too. From an ancient springtime Black and white relics I would give homage To a day that’s just a-rattling In the tin can of memory. Were you here you’d frown My nervous foot would tap A semaphore of pleading. No one told me, a nod Could never escape you.
©2012 - C Ewen Mac Millan