Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Wait, watch, and then walk out

Some time when the year began,
The cracks had started to show,
Frowns came in when the sun filtered in
And all our smiles hung low;

Sometime, as the year went by,
It got cold, dark, unyielding,
Words were sharp and hurled about
To be braced and taken, unshielded

Sometime, as the year wore on,
We had a pile of qualms
We’d lost so much in all these days
Our fireflies and our storms

And though the door’s open now
Through which either of us could go
We wait back and talk idly of
The cracks that had started to show