paper soul

I found my old zines and poems today, circa 1995. This is one poem that I had forgotten I had written.

I think the beauty of a scar is that it's a wound that has healed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ever since I was a child
i set in my mind
that one day I would climb trees with him
his partner and his best friend
and we would not be
separated by that great divide...
It would be real.

And you told me the story
of how you walked away and
you wanted him to fight for you
to fight for me
but he just let us go
and I have heard your pain
muffled under the words you spoke to me
so calmly and frankly
and it became so clear
like looking in a mirror...

did we both let fear
a terror beyond
what we could ever explain...
did we let it make us run
and turn our backs
on the world that we had
...because we had the world...

how could two who are so sensitive
who hold such wild dreams
be so blind to all
that is in front of us

mother, i can not hold it against you
we both carry inside a deep regret
for i too
let the love of my life
slip out of my hands...