All those who have gone before
stand behind with arms crossed
asking not to return
withholding themselves
long I felt their push
leave us
go on
on to the future
we are but transient wonders
signing the way ahead
maybe you thought us unconditional
such things are only in your head
fiction as the lullaby soothes
surfacing over truth in reluctant plaster
truth is
we were no more than a moment in time
chaffing against northern wind
not friends, despite collected words
just language, ticked sayings, signs and symbols
laugh at your faith in us
we had none in you
still the journey is undertaken
still the road steps ahead heavy skirted and leaden hearted
watching stars for their map
only disregard stared back
pain in the dying glitter
of false promises and forgotten allegiance
until my own walk journeyed
beyond those memories
of closed doors and turned heads
names I knew once as well as my own
palms with futures I thought part of hennaed auburn
they packed their bags and returned
to the spaces in their universe
not inhabiting me
with time the absence
once raw and gaping
healed
I realized then
some people exist
to set you free
in bidding goodbye
cease to feature
like crossroads
stand solid and permanent
until they are passed
by westbound train
Another great line… “some people exist to set you free…” So much prolific wisdom today!
ha! I should examine what I ate last night! π
Emotions and poignant words pouring forth from your awesome poem. Marvellous for words.πππππ
A real sense of our transient nature here. I found this moving and a little sad. Lovely.
Dear Chris thank you so very, very much
You’re welcome.
“we are but transient wonders.” That line got me, wow. Am I becoming obsessed to your words
Well I just got through reading a ton of yours so the feeling is mutual my sweet friend
You honor me Candice
ah it’s no honor if it’s truly deserved and in your case it really is
π
The photo reminds me of a Picasso nude painted in his blue period – I have it a print, not the original π )hanging in my bathroom, lol !
Devastating in its sadness
Indeed my friend