I can stretch my heart <br />like taffy dough <br />and try to reach yours by extension. <br />but will have in the stretching it will become <br />super paper thin. <br /> <br />I can expand my mind to understand <br />how your mind works <br />but such expansion too soon becomes balloon-like <br />and airy-fairy. <br /> <br />I can take my empathy and and stroke it all night <br />but it shall not by alchemy transmorgrify and become <br />Love's Gold. <br /> <br />All these things I can do but none will suffice <br />to make my wishing true or take hold. <br />I could take this taffy heart <br />and wind it round <br />tight upon itself <br />and cocoon my life away <br />in stale memories and regrets <br />and eschew stretching <br />and Gauzy Laments <br /> <br /> <br />Rather I am retracting all of this back to its original state <br />which surmises you are gone <br />and I am best <br />to keep in good repair <br />what is left. <br /> <br />So I shall take your gauzy memory <br />place it in state <br />and pronounce it dead and deceased <br />as I take a deep drink of new life <br />listening all the while to my heart mend, <br />realizing that all stretching is best done with the past <br />memory swept and sweetened..<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stretching-2/
