When someone lives
from your heart—
where do you go,
where do you start
to make sense
of that sense of loss,
that sense of time
passing like a train
past white houses
they have sat
sat and, sat…
I see Paul in a fresh tuxedo and his bride in a gown
and I laugh:
how could this idiot get to be this “happy” before me?
How’d this boy once a man cut me out of his social fabric
and still get the chance to be walked down the aisle?
men are socialized that way:
the give and take, the call and response.
Somewhere in my heart, I missed you, Paul.
I missed all of you.
But finally, I am waving goodbye…
A throw back in many ways. Thank you, Vanessa Carlton: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SM3fEJyPrrg
February 28, 2019