Gone

Upon tomorrow, could I turn
And face this bright, impatient day?
Look the doubtful shadows in the eye,
Respond to the raised brow of yesterday?
And what, then, shall I say?
That I regarded other things?
That I let it slip away?

And can it be
That you and I
Meandered in the hallways of our minds?
That we
Neglected now for hopes and memories,
Familiar myths and enemies
Of the sunlit city corner
Where we might have stopped and kissed?
Of the laughing moment in the square
That we missed?

Shall I presume to ask forgiveness of today
When fear or weakness causes me to stray?

3 Responses to “Gone”

  1. W.C. Varones Says:

    Nice one!

    You warming up for the new Federal Writers Project?

  2. tb Says:

    ha! It’s starting to look that way. Good thing the writers’ and artists’ lobby is such a powerhouse.

  3. Charlie McDanger Says:

    Top notch, tb.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: