Sunday, July 16, 2006

Something Written

Relapsed Elusive

On a bench underneath a Weeping Willow you sat, gazing at the river below.
I ran to you, arms out stretched to hold you, but you weren't there.
You vanished just as the morning mist does when scorched by the sun.

I wept and the willow wept with me.
We wept leaves of remorse that fluttered down to a swiftly flowing
River destined for an ocean of despair.

Once on a busy street I saw you walking; newspaper tucked neatly
Under your arm and a cup of coffee in your hand.
You hurried past me and my mind choked on your essence;
A conjured memory, a faint surreal ness.
I called out to you, but you did not respond , you
Were simply swallowed by the droning mass of
People concerned only with their daily doings.
My hope was swallowed in defeat.

In a crowded pub you were; drinking and laughing with your friends.
I asked the waitress to send a note.
You looked back in my direction as if you were looking through a window,
A blank stare graced your face and your eyes held no familiarity for me.

Was this my destination? I had finally become invisible?
Diminishing into transparency with no identity, no presence, no me.

Then, a strange ringing in my head, my eyes pried open, only the cursed alarm clock.
I killed it, sent it to an untimely death on the floor.
There,on the floor beside it lay a folded piece of paper.

Once unfolded, the paper revealed a picture.
A picture of a construction scaffolding and on it painted in bright orange letters: "I LOVE YOU."
Now I remember.
Now I know.
You tried to say it.
I know.
Moni


If I smile and donĂ‚’t believe.
I know I'll wake from this dream.
Don't try and fix me, I'm not broken
I'm the light living for you so you can't hide Don't cry.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping. Hello?
I'm still here, all that's left of yesterday.

Evanenscence

2 comments:

Scott said...

Stunning Moni. This was just beautiful. The ending really touched me.

Moni said...

Awe Scott you're so sweet. I take that as a tremendous compliment coming from such a wonderful writer as yourself.