Ernest and Me: dated nov 13, 2012


Could it be a hazard, call it misconception, but I confuse my sense of direction
The way in which a person comes and goes
Want you only if you don’t want them
Trying to figure out and for what? God only knows
Make a wish, write a note, say a prayer
Lump in throat, holding breath
Things change but I still care
I could let you listen to the sound of my beating heart
Or how happy I am when I think I can
I can hold onto the spirit, the memories (my friend) even if we are far apart
So hard, the feeling of being completely lost or alone
What is it that cannot be found
There is no recovery with just a call on the phone
To see your face, to know your there
A distance cuts the rights of our existence
Hanging by a thread, I can’t do this without…
Tugging on the edge of your resistance…
Slowing down, if I could just….
I see my hands slipping, my fingers are weeping
You are gone, I don’t even know this person, who are you
Must …. Let… go!
Freedom in the verbal pleading
Inside I lied,  can’t we just hold on?
Shiver rolls up my spine
Back stiffens and hands clench
I need my friend, my Hemingway!
The words we used to compose
Talking into the night
Of silly, rambunctious things,
tales of hope or despair
Or days when we could just pull out our hair
I shall be Margret and you Earnest
Student and philosopher
Lover and a dreamer
Don’t know where you go
The further you drift off out to sea
A message in a bottle:
Is it you or is it me

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