You’ll Never Know This Is About You

Posted in Poetry on September 27, 2010 by alysonnschmidt

From your bed we faded; and in the dark we could shatter.
So godless and limited, not able to think.
Go on, do what you gotta do; let me be.

Can you see the red bridge?
Damp wood wrapped like a present
In a green moss ribbon disappearing as the river rushed out.
Feet suspended, you whispered

No one knows where the mind wanders. Away,
I imagine, but never as far as could be.

So, congratulations, boy, let me be the one to present
The award for best performance.