So today I wrote a poem for you,
because if I didn’t, I’d forget
these words. I’d forget the times
I wondered if you were there,
forget how I once lost my voice
yet still sang for you anyway.
I’d most surely forget my way.
I can’t give much more than this,
and most of it is dust,
some sparkling still.
It illuminates the dark
under my bed, the walls
and even the ceiling
upon which I wrote this.
And it lights the path
back where this journey began.
Or maybe I’m just too old
to understand it never did.

– Joseph Hesch

© 2015, poem, Joseph Hesch, All rights reserved

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