As things go in life.. and what one may recall
You came through the customs door in sweats
and trolley pushed in defense
looking weary, nights of no sleep before
'falling apart' inside, unsure
wondering 'what am I doing here.'
You would not let me look at you
squirmed when I tried to hold your eyes with mine,
even for a second of our precious time.
You stood and walked and moved shadow like
hurt me in a hundred ways...and hurt yourself much deeper.
shied all contact held off and stood aloof...
and another sleepless night along, the following day
you said
'I want to change my ticket and go back today'.
They say that time stands still
that silence deafens
that hearts arrest their beating.
I agree.
I tried to help you making calls
I veiled my heart and shaking hands
and turned the noise of churning inside low.
The lines across your loved face as the truth hit home:
'can't go'
told a story I don't ever want to read again.
'You are stuck with me and I with you, let's make the best'
so sane and calm and so astute..
so grim and 'nothing else to do.'
'It isn't you.. It's me.. I just cant join
the person that I see to the one I'd thought you'd be',
you are a stranger to me and I'm a stranger to myself.'
And so we go to bed alone and wake apart
and days go by and life is but brave misery for both.
The smoothie blender hums
the bath fills,
the dishes clatter in the sink
we walk our walks and take our shots
and nothing is, we just exist.
Then Friday came and what a time for miracles,
I will never know why you invited me or how,
I'll puzzle years from now
why a flight away became an arrival
an homegoing became a running towards home.
A friendly touch became the avalanche
that swept us into love and recognition.
The starvation, pent up needs
became a craving, mounting nearness
a wordless softskinned poetry in motion.
Spellbound and speechless
I watched the unfolding and the need to dance.
And breathless hours later
you talk no more of going home
and I, I think of ways to keep you
for ever near.
The wounded wing clipped bird
of just a day or two ago
sat on my porch and sang sweetly.
Finally a love song
no more a farewell call.
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-10-07 at 23:13
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Eight days and Nine nights
You came through the customs door in sweats
and trolley pushed in defense
looking weary, nights of no sleep before
'falling apart' inside, unsure
wondering 'what am I doing here.'
You would not let me look at you
squirmed when I tried to hold your eyes with mine,
even for a second of our precious time.
You stood and walked and moved shadow like
hurt me in a hundred ways...and hurt yourself much deeper.
shied all contact held off and stood aloof...
and another sleepless night along, the following day
you said
'I want to change my ticket and go back today'.
They say that time stands still
that silence deafens
that hearts arrest their beating.
I agree.
I tried to help you making calls
I veiled my heart and shaking hands
and turned the noise of churning inside low.
The lines across your loved face as the truth hit home:
'can't go'
told a story I don't ever want to read again.
'You are stuck with me and I with you, let's make the best'
so sane and calm and so astute..
so grim and 'nothing else to do.'
'It isn't you.. It's me.. I just cant join
the person that I see to the one I'd thought you'd be',
you are a stranger to me and I'm a stranger to myself.'
And so we go to bed alone and wake apart
and days go by and life is but brave misery for both.
The smoothie blender hums
the bath fills,
the dishes clatter in the sink
we walk our walks and take our shots
and nothing is, we just exist.
Then Friday came and what a time for miracles,
I will never know why you invited me or how,
I'll puzzle years from now
why a flight away became an arrival
an homegoing became a running towards home.
A friendly touch became the avalanche
that swept us into love and recognition.
The starvation, pent up needs
became a craving, mounting nearness
a wordless softskinned poetry in motion.
Spellbound and speechless
I watched the unfolding and the need to dance.
And breathless hours later
you talk no more of going home
and I, I think of ways to keep you
for ever near.
The wounded wing clipped bird
of just a day or two ago
sat on my porch and sang sweetly.
Finally a love song
no more a farewell call.
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 597 times
Written on 2007-10-07 at 23:13
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