acfbdb31f6540cf18d73e567bbe1ba25It has ever been my way
to wonder
where two lovers part
one walking slow in thought
unrolling absence and rope-burned tug
how to transform
from one coronation cup held aloft
in morning air
a magic carpet of crisp hopefulness
to shrugged farewell
asking
what of me do you take
with you?
back we go
packing our footsteps
the rifle of life cocked
ticking down the seconds
pressed in dormant gunpowder
could be we swim on golden pond
just as dawn makes autumn a yellow girl
emerging from water and light
spilling from her need
imagine that
our shared thoughts holding each other
no distance separating unified hearts
of those who know when separate
how
to still hold on

0 Replies to “How to still hold on”

    1. I agree. I find it sad that distance causes this in a way as it’s a bit fake but it’s also human nature to think about what we do not have and sometimes take for granted what we have. You are so right. I aim hard to avoid taking things for granted. I still do but I try not to.

  1. “the rifle of life cocked
    ticking down the seconds
    pressed in dormant gunpowder
    could be we swim on golden pond”
    makes me think of final partings more than mere distance… aging, the imminence of death. Haunting and lovely.

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