I know better…I should at least, but some days I am lost without you. I search the outer confines of my mind for a corner of solitude and find you waiting, guitar and sweet honey voice calling me in with eyes that know and always knew. I have things to tell you but the ocean never listens and Poseidon keeps you busy, I wonder do you hear me? Oh the intrinsic markings of a constellation mapped from times beginning, created you said, slavery nearer the truth as the matrix of our hybrid minds was frozen. You despaired my knowing yet it formed the fragments of our bond, where are you now? To lose, it all, everything but no loss matches the loss of friendship that slipped away that day. Where are you? I know better… I should, yet still I pressed the button and listened as your voice once again echoed through my mind, a moment created then ready for now, or the next time or the time after that. Where are you now, I have tales to tell and thoughts to share, oh where are you now, I have tales to tell and thoughts to share.
Karen Hayward ©2017