Saturday, January 18, 2014

A Poem (For Jeff)



You pull the mojo pin on your grenade.
I see your soul escape its callous shell
and seep into my mind
and into my heart.
Mingling with my very own soul.
It leads me through the tangles of neurons
to a tranquil place
Soul to soul.
It whispers in a godly falsetto.
A note lasting an eternity
wandering into future eons.
It utters,
“Kiss me. Please, kiss me”
I do.
It fiercely pulls away
Tears begin slowly trickling down its silvery face
as it struggles for a thing to say
“I know that in time, I’ll only make you cry.”
All placidness was lost as it bolted away
back into its shell.
The warm lights dimmed and faded
“No,” I say “this isn’t over.”
“This will not be your last goodbye”

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