Back in sixth grade
When we all went to the mall?
I don't.
I don't remember experiencing you
And the multitudes of people 'round us.
Nor the chirping birds within the store
To the left.
Or the pianos playing in the store
to the right.
I miss those birds I never heard
Those notes I never played.
They are the gap
That separates these two stanza
Of life.
Some day I hope the gap to be
Closed on itself
And the unremembered passions
Of yesteryear finally forgotten.
Only then will the absence in our lives
Bring together the separation in this verse.
Dedicated to Zach Chatterton 01/02
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