Here, I see us <br />as if we had lived <br /> <br />long long <br />ago <br /> <br />some detail <br />only an historian would know. <br /> <br />Our laughter <br />unknown now <br /> <br />only guessed at <br /> <br />or pieced(painstakingly) <br />together <br /> <br />meticiously ressembled <br /> <br />dead now <br />many times <br /> <br />but to this <br />man's gaze <br /> <br />who in his need <br />to know <br /> <br />the time <br />that was ours <br /> <br />reconstructs the sunlight <br />haloing your hair <br /> <br />the laughter of so <br />long ago <br /> <br />the sudden nakedness <br />of your shoulder <br /> <br />as a dress strap <br />falls carelessly <br /> <br />& except by me <br />is paid no attention to. <br /> <br />Now, in this time <br />where we no longer <br />exist <br /> <br />where the historian <br />tired of his research <br /> <br />goes home <br />to his wife and kids. <br /> <br />Still the trace <br />of us <br /> <br />clings <br /> <br />to cold historical fact. <br /> <br />The book <br />is given back <br /> <br />(signed back in) <br /> <br />the white gloves <br />returned <br /> <br />all facts <br />sleep on shelves <br /> <br />shelves after shelves. <br /> <br />The library <br />(for tonight) <br />is closed.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-upon-a-now/
