Dedicated to Jerry Allen Powell II (1975-1997). What I should have said then... |
Now that this poem is back in its old portfolio, I want to thank everyone that visited my dad's port and read this piece and reviewed it. Thanks so much for your kind, touching and heartfelt reviews. I truly appreciate it. And thanks to my dad for keeping it on this site. One last poem… One last little verse A few simple words Or a mere hint of a rhyme Would that be enough To forget that winter's day? We hardly saw eye to eye Even in that distant world Those resplendent summers where We seemed inseparable And time forgave us for our innocence But we did not care nor need to. Games and toys and films of places long Ago and far away Let us linger for as long as we could Without worrying what had to be… They caught up with us And made decisions instead of asking Not really selfish but focused on Doing the best with what they had Understanding had to wait We held on but it cost us Forging a false jealousy I never could Comprehend Tearing at the fabric of our hearts Those wounds took too long to mend… One last poem… One last little verse A few simple words Or a mere hint of a rhyme Could that be enough To wish this heartache away? A wedge became a rift and Seeing each other seemed Trying, making speaking even worse Sure we were older And commitments got in the way But too much became unsaid Others tried to stand in the path Leaving us to shuffle and avoid Frustrating, giving in. Thinking we would have another day… I did not say much on that bone chilling morn A numbness overwhelmed what was left In my heart Not even noticing the rip in my soul This blank shell of a man faced With that piteous lifeless stare Crushing my spirit for how long I did not care You always thought I had strength Not then… One last poem… One last little verse A few simple words Or a mere hint of a rhyme Should have been enough To bring comfort on that day… Waiting till they were gone And it was just you and me Had to say something A word maybe two Just a reminder of our life that was Yet thoughts of the words Did not become a sound The anguish and burden too much And instead of moving on I moved away… Ten years gone Thousands of tears shed Would think so much has changed Not really, yet All that I needed to say I finally can No help from others running my life The rift healed alas too late Wondering if saying then would Have changed all that was Except maybe I could have Said this on that day… One last poem… One last little verse A few simple words Or a mere hint of a rhyme All that I would give For my friend that I lost The brother I still miss. |