Don't Talk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
sometimes everything is more relevant than it seems

Submitted: December 20, 2011

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Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to me at all.

And don’t play, don’t laugh, don’t cry.

Just be. Just. Be.

 

Watch the fire as it tears down your walls,

And don’t protest. Don’t fight. 

 

After a pause, start again.

 

After a pause, remember

That it was perfect

And in itself perfectly flawed.

 

Wait for me on the other side,

On this bench, beneath this tree,

Meet me here, when we’re gone,

When we’ve reached the top of that mountain

That took a lifetime to climb.

 

And when in your haste

You lose your feet and topple,

Return always to this bench, beneath this tree,

Where we used to sit and watch

The Swans on the Lake.


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