she’d said it often she’d find him
should he ever attempt to leave without goodbye
that he could never hide from her
(-couldn’t manage it anyway)
anyhow, never-
it wouldn’t have crossed his mind,
had it not been for the recollection
of the look in her eyes,
her distant, wise look as he turned his shoulder
turned on the ball of his foot
and, as though she already knew
she uttered not a word
but murmered a slow bye,
a promise to herself
to this man
she’d loved and clasped and held onto
with desperation
and a kind of despair
remembering how they’d met
almost brought a tear to her eyes
but she remained brave and sought
in her heart, something to give him,
a sort of parting gift
of the days spent drifting through life, of his gentle way
his poise,
his luck and his fortune
of the poet in his soul,
he’d spoken of the legend of…
a distant past
and a glory hard to fathom in those days
“eagles fly with eagles”|
i remember you.
mountain pass
bazibukatende 