I could have passed you by
could have ignored you
when you fished for my attention
I could have walked the other way
and tossed my resignation
in your face
it crossed my mind to flick you
strands of deadened flair
and fling some weary sentiments
your way
But something about you
yelled stop
something in the confidence
seeping through your skin
said
I’ve seen this all before
and I think I know you
the jagged edges
of your world
just grasped the threadbare seams
of all my hope
and I stopped
and I stayed
and I can’t remember why
but I wear you
and you fit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's quite nice, Sheila. The poem fits, too, I think every word of it. Nice to hear from you. I guess we're just not 'around here' at the same times, lately.