Friday, February 03, 2006


You did not tell me those were tear drops
that stained your eyes, you blamed dust
and told me it was normal. I believed
your lie and then joked about things
that made you laugh and forget,
for a moment, the terrible pain
you carried inside so silently.

I nearly guessed the truth once
but your explanations were clever
and so beautifully wrapped in evasions
that I failed to understand things
and did not probe deeper into the hardness
of your self-defence, and instead
remained comfortably gullible.

But if I only knew, would I have acted
differently or even changed the course
of events completely? Maybe or maybe not,
but who knows? Time makes conjectures
such an easy and convenient exercise
like the poetry we read and write to seek
explanations for the inexplicable in life.

But I do know that, if nothing else, the flowers
on this stone would have sung a different song
because you would be sleeping more peacefully.


ozymandiaz said...


Datingmaster, Jerusalem said...

just to say greetings from Jerusalem
keep up the creativity and love

panu said...

and you watched the sparrows in the gutters...

and you were aware of certain certainities as the infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing finally came to a rest...


sorry... I have been accused of sporting an eliot clodded brain.

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