My Friends, the time has come

come back

                wait patiently to die and to

come back

          as the ghost of my love

come back

  struggling in the branches of trees planted by beautification societies to erase the fact that my love doesn't grow here any more and to remind everyone to forget all the time they wasted bathing and waiting by holes in the ground   for it to

come back

                 will never forget anyone who

came back

        as lantern light

came back

          smiling into the fog that hasn't lifted in so long it's hard to tell if i'm still myself anymore and if i've been lost for   so long that my destination's anywhere i could lay my body and say,      "i have been so fortunate"

come back

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laura's picture

hey stephen,i think that you are a really good poet and your band is really cool,as soon as i read your poem's i thought that you should be in a band but it turns out you already are....so go you!!! you rock! (keep writing those poems - there really good)

Guinevere Blades's picture

Stephen..this really touched me deeply,it kind of expressed my longing for days gone by..and the passion they held.But now it's gone and all that is left is memoria,bitter at times..and sometimes so achingly sweet it hurts.Well, sorry for drifting off!this is a goood poem.I hope everything is going really well for you,i miss you posting..byee boyka