JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

I know you can’t hear me

singing our own song

fish flying in the spray

gulls swooping, diving

as a softly setting sun plays

Bach’s aria on a g-string

 

I know you can’t see me

on the long road home

from the hospital

tears misting my glasses

as life unwinds back

 

We were so young so carefree

full of invincible tomorrows

 

There is a window

half open

between the room of now

the sights and sounds of then

as I lean out

into the yet unseen, unfelt

without you

 

Even if we’d had time

to say goodbye

would we have said it

unbelieving as we were

as I still am?

 

So many miles away

down this long road