Sunday, April 15, 2012

Portrait - Ode to Butch


I swear I had it yesterday
A photograph of you
Taken many years ago
When dreams could still come true
You had a childlike innocence
A smile so sweet and pure
Unaware of what would be
And all you would endure
But even in that portrait
Framed there in black and white
Your eyes revealed an emptiness
That nothing could make right
A child without a childhood
Whose wounds could not be healed
Cryptic whispers in the night
Where secrets were revealed
The boy who always felt too much
And kept it all inside
A pilgrim seeking shelter
Finding no place safe to hide
And now I cannot find it
Like it wasn’t here at all
As I look at my reflection
In this mirror on the wall
A childhood spent in hallways
Framed for all the world to see
Exposed the frail human heart
No one should see but me
And now the memory fades away
Lost in the passing years
A vision of what might have been
Obscured by my own tears

cn4152012

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    1. Thanks. I was seven in that picture. We will talk.

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