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Cyclist

by  BorderBound

Posted: Sunday, January 18, 2004
Word Count: 197
Summary: this is poem i wrote for someone who i fell in love with a long time ago. just when i thought it was about time to move on and realise i'd never see her again... there she was. in my favourite place.







Mental picture of you fixed to a painting then call
And then I freeze and hang up then hang myself.
Goodbye is hummed for I canít say the words
And then I loose all words and just stare.

Pen and paper close to my heart
And that whisper that you wrote to me once is now scratched deep into my bed
A wall of dedications and unidentified miseryís
All oppose for they only stood by when I was seen to be falling.

Emptiness does not like to be filled, not with change.
And my lonely beating doesnít like my throbbing
Arguing angels on my shoulders
All trying to do the best for me.

And then I ask the river if Iíll see you again
Weeks go by and I still go to my lakes, my rivers, my energy flows only there
Then I go for the last time and two friends sit talking
They turn and smile and I misguide myself and sit and mindlessly banter

I feel the road shake softly
I turn to see you cycle by
And behold, Iíve fallen for you
...Youíre so beautiful.

But I do not follow you
Not this time.