Poetry Sunday
I am working on my Web Dev project (which leaves me only with the final in this class...this week is insane) so this is another archived piece. Depending on how far I get with cleaning this weekend after I get all my finals done, perhaps a new original will be up next week.
I will also attempt to catch up on email throughout the next two weeks, since I have a VERY small break in classes. Yay!
If you had told me when I was thirteen that
I would wish on stars and call your name
By the light on Orion's belt
That I marked the years of Us, by how many Winters
Passed overhead every time I saw that constellation.
That I would find someone like you when I was still a child
And staring into a future rather than this present.
I would tell you I was a fool for ever giving the impression that a child's
Heart knew how to love and
I would tell you that you were a fool for trying to kiss me
The moment you said that it was always me.
If you had accused me when I was 18
Of hating you more than anyone
Because I loved you with every part of
Me that had become an adult and you took
That as granted and broke my heart
I would have said then you were a fool for not
Believing in me, and now I would say I was
A fool for not believing that time changes
Everything
If you had made some commentary when I was 25
That we would walk through the woods
And there would be this distance in
Ground and words that we covered
Pauses of things we never quite said, though
They might have changed everything
I would have called you a fool for thinking
That we would retrieve any portion of a past
And I would have called myself a fool for thinking
There was anything there at all.
If you told me now, that one of the mistakes
That qualified who you are, who you became in
30 years was the immediate lack of regret when you
Said "No more, no more"
When we were young and different
That moment, you say, when you lost me.
Then I would tell you that I have been a fool
For thinking I ever hated you, for ever thinking
I could leave you behind when so much of me
Is You.
Half of my life, counting the stars in the belt of Orion,
Remembering the soft way you kissed me
And that you were a fool, because I have always
Loved you.
Will always love you.
And that is not something you ever lose.
I will also attempt to catch up on email throughout the next two weeks, since I have a VERY small break in classes. Yay!
If you had told me when I was thirteen that
I would wish on stars and call your name
By the light on Orion's belt
That I marked the years of Us, by how many Winters
Passed overhead every time I saw that constellation.
That I would find someone like you when I was still a child
And staring into a future rather than this present.
I would tell you I was a fool for ever giving the impression that a child's
Heart knew how to love and
I would tell you that you were a fool for trying to kiss me
The moment you said that it was always me.
If you had accused me when I was 18
Of hating you more than anyone
Because I loved you with every part of
Me that had become an adult and you took
That as granted and broke my heart
I would have said then you were a fool for not
Believing in me, and now I would say I was
A fool for not believing that time changes
Everything
If you had made some commentary when I was 25
That we would walk through the woods
And there would be this distance in
Ground and words that we covered
Pauses of things we never quite said, though
They might have changed everything
I would have called you a fool for thinking
That we would retrieve any portion of a past
And I would have called myself a fool for thinking
There was anything there at all.
If you told me now, that one of the mistakes
That qualified who you are, who you became in
30 years was the immediate lack of regret when you
Said "No more, no more"
When we were young and different
That moment, you say, when you lost me.
Then I would tell you that I have been a fool
For thinking I ever hated you, for ever thinking
I could leave you behind when so much of me
Is You.
Half of my life, counting the stars in the belt of Orion,
Remembering the soft way you kissed me
And that you were a fool, because I have always
Loved you.
Will always love you.
And that is not something you ever lose.