Don't Rain on my Parade
By Silver Spun Sand
Sat, 28 Mar 2015
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Twenty long years...not knowing;
I knew the how, accepted I’d never know
the why, but as to the when – anyone’s guess
since you duped us for such a long time;
But quiet it came, in the end; a gradual
letting go, a slipping away, a simple
ceasing to be. All I’d planned,
gone...shot;
uncalled for...the vociferous whiteness
of gloves beside your coffin,
and all that’s left is to wonder at what
the fox and the muntjac bark...
why the tinnitus of a train, slicing through
the distance in the half-light
seems so haunting?
And what are their names; those stars – went
AWOL, and did you know that’s not a vapour trail
way up there; it’s a metaphor of longing
etched on the blue-print of a mind?
So, why did you go when you did? Slunk away
just after your sister had left your side.
Why not earlier that day...when he was there;
I remember that last day he came home
from visiting you, ebullient...said
you were rallying
and why didn’t you wait for me? I would
have come, eventually; coward as ever I was.
Not having the bottle to witness that look
in your eyes – said, Make me better...
imagining me, once upon a time – bending
through your dreams with a cup, in those days
when a sip of water did magic.
I did love you, you know, your words
not mine, you asked your friend
to tell me...
her last words to you...still on
your mobile phone, ‘Bon Voyage’.
You rained on my parade...you always did;
my words. But why?
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bon voyage, a long journey
bon voyage, a long journey into night. Last sigh, last sights combined with all our mights.
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a sad representation: "You
Permalink Submitted by tibi popovici on
a sad representation: "You rained on my parade...you always did;",
but I can say that is also a lesson learned.
I like so much this way of writting, it's changed, Tina, and I find it so interesting..., really, I do!
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