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Where Have You Gone?






in a far off memory
there is someone like you

fishing in a mountain stream
a pole dangling above the water
below a striper eager
for a dancing lure you are casting above

on the porch the radio speaks
we listen together on the front porch under the stars
to sweet strains of music of
"Stairway to Heaven"
going all the way to number one

you and I beside one another
backs aching, sweat trickling down our burned necks
warm Kool-aid trailing on a rope tied to each of our ankles
as we hack head high weeds in sugar beet fields
for few fistful of dollars per row

your peach cobbler made from your own sourdough starter
and all the pancakes and biscuits in between
who could have thought one could still make goodness
from something which originated in the 1970's
where is your jar of starter now

you on the hockey rink skating backwards
in one continuous looping circle again and again
as I watch from the sidelines my cold feet aching
suddenly you leap in mid-air changing direction
I've never seen anyone so graceful, sure-footed
if goats could skate you would surely be one

in your truck now you sit in sweltering heat
loosing time, loosing yourself
refusing to remember who you were to anyone

I try to comprehend what a loss is
and how painful one can be
I don't want to think about how you are now
you make no sense to me
but I still love you

I've learned that
this is what it means to slowly loose someone
while they are still breathing.


Copyright July 27 2016
Meloo Melissa A Howells
Straight from her Tilt-a-World
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