Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Words to You

No words can gain
back that moment just
before I spoke dumbly
hurting you. Things
bearing hard on you—

And me, suddenly
completely useless in
ability, can not turn
the back walking away
back to me.


RC said...

I've come back to read this poem three or four times,maybe more,but it always seems to slip my grasp.I like it because it floats away like a butterfly slipping away from a chasing child.(I'm afraid that child might still be me.)

Jill said...

i love the back stuff at the end...

and the whole poem, yes!

Brian Boutwell said...

RC, if that isn't the case then you got something to worry about, but I know it is.


Jill, thank you, too!