Dear Paul

Dear Paul,

 

Last night I thought of you

while driving to Bonnaroo.

Stars brought to mind your city’s lights

how they were always too bright.

But your eyes were the blue skies,

with no clouds to scrutinize.

I know I shouldn’t have let go

but I got caught in my own undertow.

 

Dear Paul, have you forgotten it all?

Dear Paul, I haven’t forgotten at all.

 

I think of winters so bitter cold

trees died before they grew old.

And I remember early fading light;

the quickly encroaching night.

I mistook your mercy for weakness dear,

so my conscious was never clear.

But you knew, and walked with different eyes;

Dying roots behind your guise.

 

Dear Paul, have you forgotten it all?

Dear Paul, I haven’t forgotten at all.

 

I wish I could wipe away those days

When my disregard for the future caused you pain.

I wish you knew I wanted us to work in so many ways,

But I’d wish it all in vain.

 

Dear Paul, I can feel you’ve forgotten it all.

Dear Paul, I have not forgotten at all.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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