Passing

Passing

 

I saw you the other day

You were standing in the evergreens with you arm around our child

Your hair was short again like when we were young

And there was this aura around you I hadn’t seen in a long time

It’s hue, golden, reminded me of how far we’ve come

 

In the days past, you were always spinning hope

As a mother, a daughter, a career woman, a lover, a wife

And though I didn’t know it then I was already here watching

spinning in my own way

searching for some way back

 

In this place of no recourse you have time to hone truth

With that in mind, I say now

we spent most of our time holding on too long or too little

Rarely did we recognize, never mind accept

the coming and going of things

For if we had, we would have been face to face

with the uncertainty into which we are all born

And that would have changed everything

 

Many would say I learned this too late

That I killed love

That given infinite chances

I cracked now and then but never fully opened

To them I would say

the story unfolded as intended

even the most difficult parts

To them I would say

none of us can harm love in its absolute form

only the shapes it takes

the ones that were never meant

to be more than passing

 

-Rich Marcello-