In these long absences
How can she know...
I drive through a busy street....
Emptiness within me and at the passenger seat...
I saw you late last night,
Still walking on the cusp of taking flight...
I made it through round one
But now I'm backstage...
what do you do
when your dreams become nightmares...
I've read of Lucasta and Althea
And I can only conclude...
Nurtured and grown, from a maternal earth
An English rose had sprung, in full array...
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to come...
It may be the last time our hands ever touch
And our souls meet...
What am I to you, a convenient excuse, put aside...
left out, retired- for your next new "boo...
I've never been a scholar
Though I learned along the way...
...
Walked a thousand miles in a lifetime...