Sunday, 4 April 2010

January (For Nefishetu)

January is just a beginning – it is not new

It is the end of what began

Pictures, smiles, shadows, swap and fade

Until tears choreograph bones into a spasm

I was taught beginnings are not the end

That love shouldn’t deserve absence

And rain shouldn’t predict famine

But here is that which shouldn’t, being

In younger days,

All I had were friends

Now I have old friends,

I’m making new friends

And thinking of gone friends

That passage, of old to gone tire my tears

So much that fear rest shamelessly on my eyelids

(RIP – Nefi)

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