YOU ASKED
YOU ASKED
You ask
my age and I answer :“How old do you want me to be”
I first
saw Her when She looked away
On a
prairie day
I
beckoned her to stay
One
minute on her way
To
“somewhere, someplace, somehow”
I turned
a summer day to snow
And the
rivers stopped their flow
As she
stood still and ice surrounded her so
No time
for “no.”
Instead:
“I only have to close my eyes for a minute.”
I had to
wait for her last breath
Wait for
the sunset
For the
moon to show
Now it is
time to go
If I turn
away she may remember, but then,
Kathleen,
you are
so beautiful
look into
my eyes
What do
you desire?
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