All that you asked
Was that I be different
Than the one
I always was
You are no different
Than the one
Who came before you
Who asked me to be different
Invisible now
Is that different enough
What more will you ask
Of the fade
All that you asked
Was that I be different
Than the one
I always was
You are no different
Than the one
Who came before you
Who asked me to be different
Invisible now
Is that different enough
What more will you ask
Of the fade
We will see those leaves
Dance and shimmer again
Playful and meaning business alike
Wistfully, we’ll watch them bud then bloom
And be reminded
We are promised the seasons
The Oboe said so
I’ve no further sense
Of whether I stand with you
It feels like heaven
I at 49
Less some days
Flesh and blood
Heart, mind and soul
Convicted
Of God
Stand
As proof
I
Was wrong
From my own right
From your realities and truths
From the abounding, abiding demons
God protects me
A bit like Paris
Such potential for beauty
Such horrendous void
If ever
I’d wished for you to hold me as I smiled
It wasn’t moments ago
The heat
The lack of regret
The slightest light filtering in
As I held then heralded my breath
It was months ago
I’d wished
If ever
It once was
We asked
It now seems
We Act
As Friends
As voyeurs
As judges
As would-be teachers and angels
Without wondering whether
We know
Or know not
May Monday
Look Like
Only One
Small Smile
After Another
What if it’d been you
Who sat down at that table
Today as my friend