| If I could put the broken bits and ashes of my life
Back together again, or
If I could gather in one place
All my far-flung hopes and friends
And all the foolish dream ships that I smashed
Or scuttled or scattered in the wind—
Whether or not we ever kissed or ever will again—
I’d breathe at rest at last
Without a worry for your soul or mine
Or for this dread, this dire anticipation of loss,
I’d live again, however small, devoid of tears,
Maybe serve to cheer you one last time
More than you’d expected or ever will again
Before the years insist that you or I must pass.
rcs.
Current draft: 3/1/2010
Created on 2/22/2010 8:15 PM |
I feel like this is a very good short poem for me, concise and powerful. But, as always, I may be overimpressed with my own conceits and erections!
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