Nothing said. But, <br />trailing close behind you <br />is my farewell, though a bit late. <br />And when we meet again <br />there will be <br />the uncertainty <br />of happy smiles at last. <br /> <br />The need for words, it was <br />my shadow, but not yours. <br />And what we talked about <br />was always introductory. <br />As if the main meal <br />still could wait, <br />perhaps the guests <br />would break the ice, <br />and change the thaw <br />into sweet wine <br />to loosen stubborn tongues. <br /> <br />And of the promises <br />expected and directed, <br />was there a plan <br />that could surpass <br />common convention? <br /> <br />Will we, <br />when crossing paths <br />then walk together? <br />Make up for time <br />you did not have, <br />and would not take <br />on this God's earth? <br />Will there be wine to drink <br />and time to dwell, <br />is it the company <br />to fill a need? <br /> <br />Creating what turned <br />into little 'you' <br />was rather easy <br />and perhaps coincidental. <br />But when you left <br />you tore the stuffing <br />out of hearts <br />that were <br />but ill-prepared <br />to see you part <br />so very soon. <br /> <br />Things left unsaid, <br />undone, unfelt <br />and unbeknownst <br />will be my luggage <br />when we meet again, <br />my son. <br />Though time will drag, <br />as you would know, <br />its clumsy feet, <br />I'd call it Bliss <br />if you could send <br />a tiny sign.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-need-for-words/
