Business As Usual
Sep 23rd, 2004 by Ree Joy
You asked me once
what I had
since I was never
there for you
anyway, but then you
were gone
again
before I had breath
for words; back to your
preoccupation, or forward
to your next agenda.
And so the right
time
for answers passed
into future remonstrance,
victim to what remained
unspoken.
You asked me once
where might our love
have gone
since it had seemed
to pass us by so quickly,
cash unspent, value
unremarked,
but then, twist as I tried,
what words I had before,
they were not
there
anymore than we were
for each other.
You asked me once,
and twice I only saw
a stranger, in a bed that
had gone stranger still.
So we go on,
together and apart,
tenuous as slices of cloud
pacing the sky, waiting
for rainfall.
Waiting for the time
when you might
ask me again, waiting
some more,
for the place, between
commas
and forgiveness,
when words were
finally
there, for the
saying.
