'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Sunday, December 5, 2010

a poem...

            ...and where were you
I'd like to know – don't tell me that
you didn't know the hour,
don't say you've been here all along -

there, go ahead now, tell
me where you've been – it's been a long
night you know – you might
have called or sent a line or –

I’m tired from counting
milepost after milepost as they passed me by -
waiting as I sped along
for you to catch me – by the way

I’m well - you didn't ask,
you have your reasons, though – why
won't you please tell me where
you were – it's not like you've seized

the chance to say your say –
silent still? silent as the sea –
fine – have it your way – it's just
that I've waited...

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