Questioning doubt furrows my brow
As I take one more step towards my tomorrow.
If I peddle the past, and deal its blows
Will it give my present peace?
I shuffle the deck and spread the cards
for glimpses of my future;
But today all I feel is longing
and attachment for those faraway dances.
How tall were you? And were your hands craggy?
I remember your fingers were long.
Your hair was a mess, your smile full.
As beautiful a man as time beheld
from all the beginnings.
And, oh, but your sigh was graceful
I want to see you now…is that so unbelievable?
As if all these years were not.
And would I even recognize the funny tumble of your walk?
Would I know that the care on your kind face
was for a stranger?
Or for the young girl that was me?
I’m thinking, thinking of calendars
full of days without you.
And the ironic thing is that today I can not get you out of my mind…
when I haven’t even thought of your name for years.