Still
I still have your painting
Stickman
It is a representation
of who you were
the moment before
I walked up
to your front door.
You were searching,
Thrashing about
in your perfect Levis
work boots
and Wallace Berry shirt.
I brought a plate
Of chocolate chip cookies
(who knew that they
were the perfect offering?)
We sat in the breakfast nook
Laughing and talking all night
like we had always known each other,
Trying to figure out
the answer to our
lifelong mutual question:
Who are you?
Many attempts to answer
were failures,
Some were intentional,
But mostly
There was no easy answer,
Only the answers
that needed to be picked
from the obvious
and the subtle.
You always wondered beyond your capabilities
as great as they were.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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