no name

artwork by phil burns

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no name

sometimes I waken in the night
from a dream or distant star
I hear you breathing close to me
but I’m not sure who you are

others too have walked with me
and held my crippled hand
but they are now just memories
no matter what they might have planned

so when my thoughts drift to the past
all the faces look the same
by the time I leave tomorrow
you too will have no name

you once whispered that you loved me
now your voice is strident loud
and very soon the rain will fall
from your small but bitter cloud

so when I waken in the night
from a dream or some place far
and hear you breathing close to me
I don’t care who you are

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4 Responses to no name

  1. Bridgette says:

    Loneliness can melt all past love into a shapeless vision of what love is. This is what I see in this poem-the longing for a love, any love, all love.


  2. jenne49 says:

    Well, that’s a bitter one.
    But the language, as ever, deftly creates the mood of the poem.
    And a reading to match.
    So, bitter but good!


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