drifting

my thoughts keep drifting in the current
floating back to your projected death
to a time when your friend will be there
holding me up, keeping me afloat
telling me what I will never know from you
but you have told our friend
how much I mean to you
how often you spoke of me
that I am the one thing
the beauty in your life
that lit it briefly in moments
of our connectedness
saying I was the sought object
beyond your reach
that you will not ask for
If only you did and I had known
tell me now, reach for me from beyond

© 10 August 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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