Do you remember me? When your body was in my hands?
I crafted your towers, your sidewalks and life
Through capable hands I made your mind out of split ends
Billows of smoke, of twists and haphazard crisscross
Don’t you know me? Your friend your father?
That I was there when you were so young, I would see you there after
I remember you, so small and transparent, your body so frail so faint
You were beautiful, do you remember?
I don’t mean to push you, my child, my dear sweet thing
You were just half a thought back then
We spent all those days together, you and I
When you were ink and I was the pen
We were so simple, we were organic
My very blood on the canvas, your body my mind
I smiled back then, just as I do now
And I like to think back to those days of simple solemnity
That you smiled back
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
Do you remember me? When your body was in my hands?
I crafted your towers, your sidewalks and life
Through capable hands I made your mind out of split ends
Billows of smoke, of twists and haphazard crisscross
Don’t you know me? Your friend your father?
That I was there when you were so young, I would see you there after
I remember you, so small and transparent, your body so frail so faint
You were beautiful, do you remember?
I don’t mean to push you, my child, my dear sweet thing
You were just half a thought back then
We spent all those days together, you and I
When you were ink and I was the pen
We were so simple, we were organic
My very blood on the canvas, your body my mind
I smiled back then, just as I do now
And I like to think back to those days of simple solemnity
That you smiled back
There are two versions of this poem, this one, the beefed up bulky more wordy Pen v1 and the streamlined thinner Pen v2. I still can't decide which one I like most.