friendship
Too Bad/Too Late
I will return to where I left you
And in your place find my regret;
I stepped aside to let you
Fight your battle,
And ran away
Because I was afraid
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And now but cold ground’s quiet whispers
Speak unintelligible words,
And rain before my eyes
Paints pictures
Of your heart
Getting mixed with dirt;
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I’ll stand and watch, I’ll stand and listen,
I’ll stand and wonder, how on Earth
My weakness
Could have forced me to abandon
Someone I loved
At their monsters’ mercy;
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Now I will never know for certain
If you have lost or you have won;
I won’t have witnessed
The despair, joy and courage,
With which, I’m wanting to believe,
You fought;
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I will come back to where we parted
When I am wise, and strong, and brave;
Too bad –
If that’s ever to happen,
To save us both
It will be much too late
The Drought
To N. D. R.
Don’t be afraid, you will forget me;
This feeling, by name invoked,
Will wither gradually as distance separates us;
In a succession of white days of drought,
Time will turn into dust the soil,
And into ash the leaves;
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You will not think of me forever
With the same yearning as today;
When you still saw but couldn’t reach me,
My image growing smaller, features blurring,
Until, frustrated and surprised, you realized
You hardly knew my face;
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Don’t feel ashamed to let the strings,
Which still tie you to me,
Break, as all things do,
Or to agree with friends, who tell you
That I was nothing special –
It is absolutely true;
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You can replace me with another,
My spark is not the only light;
Don’t be afraid, you will forget me
When the new spring’s rains feed
The seeds
Of all new life
At the Station
I have to go –
The air outside is getting cold and lonely;
I hear the call
Of somewhere ineffably remote; the doors of glass
Have closed
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What you may have to say
No longer matters – I’ve unlearned to listen,
To speak, to touch, to love, to hope
To miss this that I never held but an illusion of,
Fragile and fleeting
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The train
Is quickly gaining speed, like fire
Flying,
Flying,
Flying;
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Snow flakes –
My tiny frozen dreams – are falling lower
Down,
Down,
Down
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I will not see them
Settle on the barren winter ground; watch them
For me, while I am gone,
Gone,
Gone
Bury Me Deep
Bury me,
And bury me deep,
Under the tallest of mountains,
Under the vastest of seas,
The deadliest of blows,
The most hurtful of insults;
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Bury me
Under your lies,
Your fear, ill-masked with indifference,
Under a million of smiles,
Which turn into snakes
Sliding down from your lips
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Bury me deep,
Where you think
None would be able to find me,
Somewhere light doesn’t exist,
A place like your heart, where
Truth is merely a word
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Bury me deep,
So you know
I’m not as fragile as my bones,
Nor as easily bruised as my skin,
Nor as quiet and tame as
The sound of my voice
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Bury me deep,
For my heart
Beats at the top of the world
In the hands of a wrathful goddess,
To whom I entrusted it,
Dying of cold
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You could bury me,
Bury me deep,
But my heart at the top of the world
Would forever continue to call
Me from the darkest of corners
Of the Earth –
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