it helps a lot
to know he’s there
not just waiting
but feeling with me
he’s scented
fresh
exhilarated
but sadly
he is not free
I’ve waited, myself
for fear or flee
I’ve taken him
inside of me
but nothing’s left
but shards of glass
marking the point
I’ve yet to pass
and this waiting’s
got the best of me
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written for a best friend).
I haven’t seen this before
shared among common fields
I could almost feel myself move
asleep on the ground, twice already
patience awoke me with presence
well I should say friends
and open faces showed me something
I can’t be alone too long
I miss the smile the most
having said what was right
I turn away not to see the consequence
since it’s not horrendous
I feel faint
and must lie down again
Copyright L.M. 2007.
my knife has sat here all along
I watched it as it performed
magic
simply
and I could have waited
but the fans related
as I was thrown in
a sea of strangers
sadly oblivious
but I caught on and on
and I really did see a peace
they laugh, you laugh
so training began right away
worked on until sleek
smooth as ice
and forgiven I sat silent
still waiting
reminded of killers
and sounds of childhood
until finally
I was wrong
I might have mattered
Copyright L.M. 2007.
Le Départ
il ne prend pas beaucoup
assis sur le bord d’un rien
la valeur me dit
“ne t’inquiètes pas
il en reste assez”
mais je sais déjà
je sais
je n’étais ni le tout
ni la seule
alors je suis
avant le départ du jour
je vois du monde
assis sur mon bord
mais il n’en reste plus
et j’entends
un soupir éternel qui me dit
c’est encore assez
oui, ça je sais
The Departure
it doesn’t take much
sitting on the edge of a nothing
worth tells me
“don’t worry
there is still enough”
but I know already
I know
I was neither the all
nor the only
and so I am
before the passing of the day
I see people
sitting on my ledge
but nothing remains
and I hear
an eternal sigh that tells me
it is still enough
yes, that I know
Copyright L.M. 2oo7.
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