by Rebecca Write

Created on: March 04, 2010   Last Updated: March 09, 2010

Music comes from everywhere
Except us
Our song is silence
Our palette is only stains


You I did not know
For five long years
The clay on your clothes
The scars on the palm of your hand
And on the sole of your foot
Your curls of black hair
Your wild graying beard
Your eyes of changing colors
The glass pipe in your pocket
The taste of dope on your lips
Were familiar to me
But you I did not know
Only the impression of you


I raved like a madwoman
And pulled up grass and dirt
With my bare hands
And fell to my knees
After you stood me up
On our first date
Two years after we became lovers
My birthday dinner which I ate alone
I thought it could not get worse
You proved me so very wrong
I crushed and burned
Every painting, every picture
Every letter, every poem
I was an insane skeleton
And myself I did not know
Only the impression of me


The world lost its shine
And so did I
And then I lost you


Now there are herbs growing
In the bay window
Under the blue stained glass
Surrounding an etched lotus blossom
I make butter, yogurt and cheese
Better than what I can buy
People ask me to sing for them
And write words for their songs
I roam among the hills, rivers and lakes
Of the world that is real

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