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Susan
by Richard VinceThe time since that night
Has reached legal adulthood,
And yet it seems we have
Hardly moved: you walk
From where I live now to
Where I lived then as
It seems you always have.
We are always kept apart
By the width of a road
Or the height of a bus;
Your life seems tangential
To mine, something I will
Never fully see as the ends
Extend into infinity.
Is your memory like mine?
Does it store nightclub images,
Brief encounters hidden in
Spotlights and dry ice?
Or is the window to the past
Made of one way glass so
You will never see me again?
08/03/2022 Posted on 10/11/2022
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/12/22 at 10:56 AM neither poet or his words or the deep seeded questions they pose will come to fruition in their lifetime which is not to say it wasn't worth the seeding. I suppose only another poet can appreciate the efforts of another poet and come to enjoy whatever is to be gathered of such efforts in the present moment. |
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