Tracy Galloway
Michigan

I Followed

I followed you there
To the rope's fraying end
In feather soled gait
Your ears didn't twitch
This time
My sight not deceived
Behind your faith's headstones
I knelt
And prayed as you scurried
Turning skeleton keys
In your enemy's doors
While your safehouse sits dumbly and dimly
In shame
Boasting worn broken locks
The stairs to the attic rot dusty
Unwalked

With your shadow in tow
My flickering memory
Did not lead you home
And I saw you draw back in a glance
As it died
So I left you there softly
To pillage for care
And mourn for kind things never passed
The gate pulled in sorrow
With splintering hands
I turned
You didn't deign to retrieve
The love that I left on your path

So mourn me in slumber
Or recoil from my thought
But waste not one more quick breath
You will not find my hope
Or my woe
Pressed still to your grey broken glass
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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