Monday, June 8, 2009


Everything reminded me of you.
The contour of the pen
The song overhead
The rain on my face.

I’m probably not an afterthought
You are self-centered
You’re already down the road
You’re in your place.

My imagination created it all.
The look was innocent
The laugh was casual
The silence, just space.

At lunch
I reconcile the past events.
We’ll see other again and again
We’ll talk and freely laugh
We’ll meet face to face

And I
Will die a little more each time
When your eyes light up
When your hand touches my arm
When you turn with grace.

And leave.

Dave Schipper
© 2009 Rose Riversongs
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