Tell me something, tell me true. Does this Fear ever get a hold of you? And if it does, my love, what do you do? For I am nearly at wit’s end with myself as to what to do. This fear forms bars in my mind that keep me outside of hearts and inside myself. Please, tell me I’m not the only one.
Tell me something, tell me dear. Do you ever wish you were here? To walk these amnesia avenues? And if you do, what is the first thing you would say? What is the first thing you would do? Would you try to get even? Or would you attempt to soothe my worries?
Tell me something, tell me sure. Do you think your love is pure? Is your love really love? Is your god really God? Is it love if it doesn’t go to the ends of the earth? Can it be God if he can be caged in our imaginations?
Tell me something, tell me please! Have I gone to far this time? Do I only have so many chances before the credits roll? How vexed are you with me? Please never be distant with your love. My body has wasted away. I have become a ghost, for my nourishment has gone. All day long I wander aimlessly, drifting, waiting.
Waiting…. and waiting….. and waiting still.
Ah… Luis, this one made me cry.
You are truly a gifted poet.
thank you Nancy