Jan.26.2009 #11

[kirr]

poem #11

Try to believe
I understand all you did
was aimed at private ghosts
not at me

Still
Try to move on
or walk all over me
step on each withered memory
and keep going
dead ahead
dead

I shall always retain
the image of you I conjured up
those from long before we met
(did we meet?)
and spill my blood over it

spill the blood-red cum, sweat and tear
and treasure anniversaries every other year

Try to go home
find your way among the crowd
for these endless instants
are nearing their lifespan
and all endings

Still I do know you can try
though never imagining why
to keep quiet, to hush and be still
(You never will)

Yet try to believe
I understand all the phases
you felt you had to go... visit

Were they perchance a pilgrimage
back to one single second
we knew how to grow from?

Yes
I understand those divisions of time,
moment, lifelong, second, instant
and I am
and you are
and we seem
no longer so very distant