Don't say that you don't because you do.
Say that you won't all you will and yet still
I can sense the flight of the bird as she heads northward
a missive in her fragile-boned beak it reads, "Man is in love...and loves what vanishes."
Man is in love. Another has vanished yet remains, still, standing, mute - muette -
tongue-tied now, all-spoken out.
What words have I for you after so many said?
What goes left unsaid is sous-silence, yet should it be so?
One wants to shout. To head into the deep wood and shout the truth of it all -
all of the 'I love yous', all of those 'Forevers', all of those 'Nevers'
They never did last. There is no such thing as a happy ending, he wrote.
Yet has the end been reached? One prays not...
Green is the color of forever - you believe that.
But you have believed so many things, the court's fool - you -.
Silver-spoons honeyed sweet, a shared kiss, lean-to in the street,
a lasting moment before a flickering minstrel board of times somewhere deep in Grand Central;
you are there, in that moment, and though the train bears the name of your town
you know you are already home.