9november2007
dear ninth of november,
you came to me after dusk, after the stars have settled placidly across the arid sky. punctual as usual. with covered tresses and a goofy grin. double double cheese cheese burger burger please please.
uncertain. unsuspecting of how you wound me to the quick. when it is most unexpected. where it hurts the most..beneath the skin and bones, beneath the soul.
and you sit there my dear ninth of november. unswayed. growing old
before my very eyes. sharing what was, what is, and what hopefully will be, in between puffs and silence.
then you leave in reluctance, but with determination. renewed hope for a promising twilight.and i lost you, on that ninth of november to the millions of pin-pricking city lights as you went off to find
your heart.
a hug. a farewell. and goodnight ninth of november.
yours truly,
budj
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
Clenched Soul (an excerpt)
-Pablo Neruda