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by Richard Vince

You make me want to visit
All of the places in which you
Have lived; all of the cities
And landscapes that have shaped
The person I never really knew.

I want to go to touristland, even
Though Sun, sand and sea do not
Interest me. I want to see
The places where you hid from sleep,
And find the Post Office from which
Your letter never visited me.

I want to follow you west, into
The unfamiliar landscape that
Opened your eyes and became
An unexpected muse.

And I want to follow you north,
Into the land of history, of
Industry, and of architecture.
I want to see the new place
Into which you will grow;
The place that will write
The new song in your heart.

Then, finally, I will head home,
To my life, in my world that
You will never see, and accept,
At last, that I never knew you,
And that I never will.

10/19/2010

Posted on 12/13/2010
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/14/10 at 08:39 PM

There is a touch of Whitman in this. I really like the tight feel to the stanzas and the mystery of this person, the inclusion of the distinct destinations, and the self-aware conclusion. Very nice. Thank you.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/17/10 at 10:28 PM

Look at you, 4th on the list (and bound to go higher). A beautiful piece, haunting and gentle.

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