a page from the wayfarer’s notebook

for her

take this acquaintance
hold it to the light
realize it is dead
and bury it

like some old thing
you never really loved
oh bury it

the image of two “friends”
who never walked together
but always ran
to outshine the other

bury that

the way you thought you understood me
bury that too

Let’s introduce ourselves anew
“Hello. I”m a gypsy. Please don’t expect me to be
the same person from one day to the next.”

And I’ll listen to you, for a change,
and hear your heart instead of plotting
to beat you at our own game.

 

(c. hcs 21 April 2009)

~ by hannahcsykes on April 21, 2009.