Sunday, February 13, 2011

His Own Rede

It has been years, and yet I still recall
With high-def clarity, and surround sound,
That single moment. Time appeared to stall
And dally with the instant. All around
I felt the air grow thicker, and I found
It difficult to breathe. I saw your face,
Only your face, as if you could impound
All my periphery and make me trace
Only your contours. In that little space
I saw for just a long eternal second
What you would never be; what you'd erase.
How quickly was that realization reckoned!
And yet how slowly have I worked it out,
Out of the darkness of my wishful doubt.

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