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Sometimes I think I understand you,
And other times I know I cannot.
Sometimes your words
Bounce off me like rubber,
And I cannot take them in if I try,
Though I must admit I don't.
Sometimes they fall
Through a crack in my skin
And I cannot see where they have gone,
But I know they are still in me.
Sometimes, those words of yours
Carry me back to my childhood -
Images of me wandering barefoot
Through my father's fields and woods,
Walking across the rusted beams
Of the no-longer bridge,
Eating wild onions,
And talking to God without words.
(Oh, How I wish I could remember how!)
Sometimes I think I understand you,
And other times I know I cannot.
I watched you singing
About something that should have been
Very touching and meaningful and personal,
And I thought
How can you share it with the world like that,
Night after night?
Does it trivialize the pain you once felt?
Does it make it worse?
Does it make you forget, or do you relive it
Each time you sing it?
Nathan said that it might be
A release, setting the experience free.
It was then I realized it would be a long time
Before I could share my
Few silly poems with the world,
And I admit that it made me a little sad.
Sometimes I picture us meeting
And laughing over coffee,
(Even though I don't usually drink coffee,
And I don't know if you do),
And really connecting, like old friends.
More likely, though, I'd smile
Shyly, and never come near you,
Because you're such a Big Star and all.
Sometimes I think I understand you,
And other times I know I cannot,
But I still like to wonder.
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