This voice,
That tiptoes onto the page
And whispers in layers –
Picking up and putting down
Words with little pulleys –
Is precious to me.
She was there, with me,
When I broke the window
And there, every time
I shut a door.
She was there the day
I scattered red rose petals
And she was with me, too
When I first found
The all-of-everything.
She was the one that discovered
Sylvia and Rainer and Fernando
And the others…
And it was her
That understood them
And gave them to me.

She is the one that screams
Whisper-screams
In other people’s words
When she isn’t brave enough
To use her own.
It is in her hand,
That exists the white rose
That I can’t seem to find
Because
She was the one
That saw the true blue
In my grandmother’s eyes
As she was slipping away.
And
She was the one
That said,
“No more”
When
I could not.

And now…
After all the years
I’m only just realizing
(****)
That She will be the one
To follow the path
To its terrible end…

And that I...
(Oh God)
Will
Have
To
Say
Goodbye
To my oldest,

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In Anticipation of a Necessary Goodbye Contributed by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 20th April 2006 @ 08:57:25 PM in AEST Topic: selfstruggles This voice, That tiptoes onto the page And whispers in layers – Picking up and putting down Words with little pulleys – Is precious to me. She was there, with me, When I broke the window And there, every time I shut a door. She was there the day I scattered red rose petals And she was with me, too When I first found The all-of-everything. She was the one that discovered Sylvia and Rainer and Fernando And the others… And it was her That understood them And gave them to me. She is the one that screams Whisper-screams In other people’s words When she isn’t brave enough To use her own. It is in her hand, That exists the white rose That I can’t seem to find Because She was the one That saw the true blue In my grandmother’s eyes As she was slipping away. And She was the one That said, “No more” When I could not. And now… After all the years I’m only just realizing (****) That She will be the one To follow the path To its terrible end… And that I... (Oh God) Will Have To Say Goodbye To my oldest, Dearest friend. Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2006-04-20 20:57:25] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem