I see your face
I taste the loss
Of you.
Every day,
Every hour,
Every second,
In the chambers
Of long ago forgotten
Memories that
Left imprints of a departed soul.
Long ago forgotten excuses,
And dictations came through
To unclosed eyes
That saw nothing at all.
Twisted images walk
With me in the glances
Of past lives,
Or rather
Convictions of
The friend I always was
And the friend
Who never saw.
Some friend!
And now you're gone
And I have a nightmare
Of scorning redness
Of the burn left
In a vacant soul.
Good bye
Dear friend of long ago
Somewhere, someone
Knows the truth of
Your secrets
Only I could never
Tell,
Of your image,
Your death,
And the unforgiven
Tale.
You waited patiently
For your way back
Home,
And kissed the ground
With your warm blood
That dripped,dripped,
Dripped,
From your neck
That an unknowing
Stranger
Slit, one slash!
Two slashes!
Perhaps even a third.
And there you left
Living,
Through the marks
Of your grave.
They found you the next day,
MURDERED!
Softly, not beaten
He preserved you in youth
And took nothing
Just blood,
Dripping, dripping
Dripping.
With a slash of a knife
Or maybe two.
And his mockingly sick
Joke
Is his solitude
To the fame
He quietly perceives.
He keeps to himself,
And to your ghost
That tap dances
In the core of my head.
TAP, TAP, TAP
Drip, drip, dripping
Through the veins
Of my heart.
TAP, TAP,TAP
A silent laughter
Of a joke still not seen.
I know him,
Somehow from a distant
Attack.
That has laid dormant
Among the cobwebs
Of unremembered
Memories of
The unforgiving grin.
I was his victim
After he had a good laugh
Of your bleeding neck,
Drip, drip, drip,
TAP, TAP, TAP!
He took me through violence
And I somehow escaped
Seeing my friend
Of long ago memories
Too little, too late.
A waste of nothing,
A waste to prevail,
Just silence,
Just silence!
No other words
Drip, drip, dripping
Go ahead.
Tap away.
I see your face
I taste the tears,
Of your existing mother,
That lives in regret,
No daughter,
No love,
Because of a stranger
I somehow escaped,
And I consoled all
With silence.
Unspoken words,
Unforgiven tauntings,
Of a stranger's laughter
And your daunting tapping.
Drip, drip, dripping.
It was Julie! She is gone!
NO! NO! NO! It was Julie?!
No grandchildren, mother
No more unending memoirs
No more!
All for the price
Of silence,
Of solace,
Of long ago
Forgotten memories.
Of a friend,
Like me.
Some friend,
Some friend!
Drip, drip, dripping,
A slash, maybe
Two, perhaps a third.
Tap, tap, tap!
Rest in peace
Old mistook friend
Tap on,
Tap on
For the friend
That conveniently
Forgot,
And now never wants
To forget
Or even remember.
In memory of Julie Lynn Feguson
copyright Wendy Torres 1995
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