by Richard Vince

She hides her tears behind hayfever
And loses herself in music born of
The sadness of others from
Before she was born.

Her eyes are open and face
The window, but inside they are
Closed even to the untamed
Beauty of the hills to which
I always look forward.

She only looks back, to the thoughts
And words and deeds, to all
The times she thought she would
Disintegrate; to all those
Magic moments that will
Never be repeated.

If she wanted to talk,
I would listen; if she wanted
To listen, I would talk.
If she wanted silence, I would
Be silent with her, just so
She wouldn’t have to do it

But all she wants is to
Hide and not bother anyone,
So all I can do is hope
That she will emerge soon
And that her hayfever
Will clear up.


Posted on 06/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Scott Cadence on 07/01/09 at 05:39 AM

whew, your 3rd and 4th stanza are quite beautiful.

"If she wanted silence, I would
Be silent with her, just so
She wouldn’t have to do it

is perhaps the definition of a true friend.

Posted by Anita Mac on 07/01/09 at 03:59 PM

They are quite stunning sentiments, as is the poem as a whole. I don't know her, but I do know that when I have had occasion to be in her place, it usually takes someone coming in after me, and I know I'm not alone in that. Another beautiful piece. ;o)

Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 07/01/09 at 08:12 PM

Beautiful. ~N

Posted by Laura Doom on 07/17/09 at 05:22 PM

Taming the future is, perhaps, not beyond her wildest dreams :>) Perhaps you whould keep this in your library, as a complement to 'Smile' :>)

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