The Same Line
Posted by Fena [ DANAEMAK_0837 AT MCHSI DOT COM ]; on July 22, 2006 at 23:53:09:
A bottle with stale wine is perched upon a coatrack
I imagine a little girl
Throwing away all her girlish things
I imagine myself
Recording every memory that I can
Yet I know I have missed out on something incredible
As we all have. . .
This bag I carry is heavy
It is filled with the stones you gave me
Filled with the bottles I cannot seem to part from
And if I were to examine close enough to go blind
All of my pictures and sketches and paintings
They wouldn’t amount to the pages of where I recorded your words
And your body language and your smile
Not to mention the challenge you set upon me
To ask the questions no one dares to ask
I imagine a little boy
Frightened of finding all his inhibitions went useless
I imagine you
Exhausted from reaching for words
Tiresome acts of discretion
And though I see your tired eyes
I know you will not abandon all that is weighing you down
We will never be measured by the same line