I’m traveling nowhere <br />In a dream, <br />Vague towns <br />And ghost retreats, <br />Stumbling into mist <br />In the valley of discontent. <br /> <br />I’ve been stranded in the past <br />Living in a lonely room <br />Gazing through dirty windows <br />Into the sunless world. <br /> <br />Conversations repeat like broadcasts <br />In my brain, <br />Something she said <br />Echoes in the corridors <br />Of sorrow. <br /> <br />I scratched a note <br />On a piece of paper <br />And buried it <br />In a book <br />I never gave her. <br /> <br />Time gradually <br />Wears away at tenderness, <br />Insensitivity remains. <br /> <br />There is always <br />A thousand things <br />I meant to do and say, <br />Gifts that met trash canisters <br />Instead of human hands. <br /> <br />Can I find that book? <br />Do I have the courage <br />To read that note? <br /> <br />Did she ever conceive <br />That I loved her? <br />Will I ever rediscover the man <br />That vanished in an ancient kiss?<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancient-kiss/
