A Poem for a Poet

4.12.2011

I wonder whose single hair this could be

Left behind as a vestige preserved and forgotten.

Not yet able, far from ready, I was the bad guy

Of character I would later despise.

But now forgiving, I want to be forgiven.

I want to be given a new page for you.

You are far away

And maybe have forgotten.

Can you remember more than unanswered calls?

Can you remember kisses on train tracks?

Climbing down your starry roof like a cat?

Madame’s L'Étrange Noël de Monsieur Jack ?

Across the street from you at Saint Michel

I want to skip over the years and traverse it

And meet you brave with sweat at Copley Square,

To say,

“I’m not weak anymore.

I can love again;

I can be a friend.”

Those words so far north from Marigny

May never thaw and trickle down fluidly.

Though, my sentiment will be received

By you, you vulnerable and courageous

Singing to the sun.