Saturday, September 13, 2008
Camille: A Saturday Poem
I thought I had a favorite song until
Eyes half shut and vodka in flight
A lifetime of longing beckoned me
From the neck up, to the stage.
I turned to see you as oblivious to
My terror as a deer in the branches
Pulls leaves before hearing fear.
As though no one’s life was over –
You went on, chorus and verse.
And a piano tried to add a little
Something to the perfection of
My demise, my neck-down defeat.
Forgetting you is not the problem.
I have since learned that I must.
But tell me, Camille, how will I
Ever remember anything else?
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008