Her Name Was Lucia
And then she lived across the alley
And was beautiful in her five years
In a way no one else has ever been
Because even then I wanted to leave
Behind my innocence and we went
To her garage and lay on the old couch
And I kissed her.
She had a seashell
And when she held it for long moments
To her ear and I put my arm around her
To keep her from drifting away she said
She could hear the ocean, though she
Had never gone there, and in all this time
Has never left (because only here do I
Remember her) for all the places I knew
Even then I would go.
And I come back
To you now to finally listen to what it was
You heard, to tell you here in your staying
That what I came to in my leaving was
So often only wrack and wreckage and
Storm surge, how the oceans were never
Settled places but endless passages and long
Times lost, how all we might wish to leave
Behind and deeply forget surfaces again,
Tell you that all these years I've wished you
Innocence and the soft kiss of a calm sea.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-05-03 at 22:41
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