So I guess you and I will die apart, then.
And would it make a difference if it
Were Not So?
From the train
I saw the moving buildings in the fog
They did not know.
I watched a man who had not looked at me
For all the time we spent together
Pick up a pen and write.
He showed a care for words
But not for me.
He was not for me
He did not know.
The lives we touched and made from passing blurs
- A friend defined and sharp in vouching care -
As hands can hold caress and make a face
To trust in eye to eye in day to day
For all the tumbling times to be.
That made a difference
We will know.
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 11:33 AM UTC
So I guess you and I will die apart, then.
And would it make a difference if it
Were Not So?
From the train
I saw the moving buildings in the fog
They did not know.
I watched a man who had not looked at me
For all the time we spent together
Pick up a pen and write.
He showed a care for words
But not for me.
He was not for me
He did not know.
The lives we touched and made from passing blurs
- A friend defined and sharp in vouching care -
As hands can hold caress and make a face
To trust in eye to eye in day to day
For all the tumbling times to be.
That made a difference
We will know.
c Jeremy Ducane 2010
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