Monday, April 8, 2013
The way to forget what you went through is to follow the path he took out of love for you.
He’s gone now but you’re not and he put his sax in the closet to work for a paycheck
to keep you steady on your feet and him beside you every step of the way the notes
run through changes without stopping, though now he would want you to live
the rest of your life as though he were still here, and he is alive in you . . .
be wise, my old love, you with many years unlived but still yours.
I hope this somehow helps: love's symmetry may be missing
though he is dreaming you as you are dreaming him . . .
(7 April 2013: II)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander