You know you must relive it all– / their eyes, their laughs, the ache you felt / from the day that never ended.
THE END OF THE LINE
I left the land of the living
to ask of time a favor and
reclaim a piece I left behind.
May you take me back to the day
they said, so suddenly, they no
longer wanted to be my friend?
You know you must relive it all–
their eyes, their laughs, the ache you felt
from the day that never ended.
With a nod, I was back once more
to the mundane beginnings of
the morning and slow classes, that
changed when I entered those doors to
the scene engraved in my head of
the day I left my trust behind.
His ring, now mine round and gold
loose on my fingers for fifteen dollars;
a chain for sixty much for charity
for fear of fraud fifteen was plenty.
No French, English, no fear, my brother,
money for gas gold ring and necklace.
Wallet was plundered with places to be,
wife and daughter behind, woeful, wealthy.
A biblical trial to fail or to pass:
a man in need with means to help,
strike me down sixty’s too much
for my brother or for my burglar.