Friday, 30 March 2007


Long ago and somewhere else,
In the warm and scented evening,
You sat cross-legged beside my door.
Your deep, brown, voice sent tremors through me
As you told the old stories;
Memories of those other days.
I hear that voice
Now, as I sit here in the city.
I can see your heavy lidded eyes, half shut,
Almost a trance between us.
Somewhere, a dog howls like a wolf
And a choice is made.
You are no longer to be my hero.
You never were my friend.
And we both know
I will no longer wake alone.
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