Uncertain Change
She scuffs her toe in the grass
Kicking at the small stones
Dislodging those that are stuck
I am trying to explain
Wringing my hands, prying at words
Dislodging those that are stuck
I know she is listening
I know it by the glistening
Light there that is shining
In her eyes
“I can’t remember a time,”
I say as I squeeze her hand
She narrows her eyes in pain
“When we were not friends.”
I finish coming up for air
Our tear drops fall like rain
She scuffs her toe in the grass
Kicking at emotions
Dislodging those that are stuck
I feel her squeeze my hand
There are more words in that moment
Than in any full of voice.
She knows I am listening
Beyond the ‘seen’ bright and glistening
To the Light there that is shining
In her eyes.
“There will never be a time,”
She says breathing so deep
Her words falling soft as snow
“When we are not friends”
There is bedrock, a touch stone…wait
“I just don’t know this you.”
Filed under: life, poetry, purpose, relating well, relationships on January 17th, 2010
sounds like a sad poem. sending you some hugs, my friend.