2002

2002

It was the year 2002
. . .
you disgraced me
you played me
for awhile, though I'll admit
I had some fun.

But there was too much pain
to daily endure . . .
inflicted on me
. . . by you.

Maybe, it was not your aim
not out loud, anyway.

Mis-sung was the song
the lyrics had changed.
All harmonies were lost in
that tune that we sang.

Instead, beneath the moon-light
an eerie flute played.
Out of time, and out of rhyme
both the instrument and us.

Even still, you begged me to stay.
I could not . . .
So in time . . . I left you.
By staying with your madness
there was nothing to gain.

Too much harm and the pain
too hard to take . . .
the internal alarms began to ring
it was time to cut this string.

I saw the opportunist that you were.
I could not assist, no my love
I could no longer sing.

Your charm, I did disarm
tossing it into our lake.
Tumultuous disaster
was left in the wake.

I had to desist and bid you adieu.
Always know that the love
that I gave is yours to keep.

It was the year 2002.

(Bill)

yes, it was 2002

yes, i did beg you to stay

yes, there was pain

and you were not alone

i was melancholic

for the frolicking love

we once shared

had disappeared

but God did i love you

yes i did notice

how our song

was becoming

somewhat discordant

how i longed

to not hear

that eerie music

playing on that damned flute

i refuted everything

myself

and then you

and finally i tried

i vied

to refute love

but love would not

be denied

nor defied

and i cried

for you

each day

i died

for you

how i so wanted to

see you

walk through the door

of my heart

once more

and take your seat

that has been waiting for

your return

baby,

i spurned you

back in 2002

and i have yet to move

forward

toward

that happy place

i yearned for,

for it was you all the time

you were my reason for life

my rhyme

the rife of my joys

and my expectation

my elation

my smile

and now,

i have been exiled

from your garden

where my ardent heart

needs to stay

needs to live

not only the days of past

but that of my now

my tomorrows

and all that i can ever be

i beg of you

to give your self

give me

give us

another chance

you see

you were the world to me

in 2002

and you are now

and i thought you

should know

how i feel right here

and how i felt

in 2002

a Janet and Bill Collaboration

© 9 September 2002 - 2012

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Inner Child Press