This for Delphine, again, I picture this happening when she comes over to see me, as a friend for the first time in months.


I begin to say.

With her standing there,
Looking from left to right,
Holding her chin,
Wanting what seems real.
She chants her hello,
Or so it does seem.
Raining, dripping from her face,
I invite her in.
I climb to my stereo and play,
Smiling inside,
My world is still burning,
Before my eyes.
Friends it should stay,
A change for an eternity
Isn’t enough.
And I begin to say…

She leaves me with a whisper,
The world turns twice over
When I realise
She spoke to me first.*

And my thirst for her,
Watered with her movement.
I wanted to change for us,
But I’ll simply stay.
I told you things,
True but not quite,
You know all I want,
Is for us to be alright.
I’ll dry my eyes; I’ll wipe away,
But if you can just stay
For another wordless hour,
She’ll desperately observe
And then I’ll stutter another word.

 

 

* “Talk to me”.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-03-07 at 16:31

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lynn
aww.. this poem is so cute!! i love it you write a beautiful poem!!
lots of love
amber lynn
2006-03-07