Feeling Mind and Body
wish you could've met him too
been someone to hear me cuz
my learning him, my yearning
was good and real and true
maybe he was too perfect for me
so many feelings ago
he happened to me
he drew me in charcoal pencil
in my shades of black, gray
and even between that
he taught me how to drive with my hands
to drive wihout needing my feet
he taught how to love with my mind
and music, art, words, imagination
that chair got between us too fast
I didn't care, but he did
and I was too young to know
to know how to convince him
losing him
was as bad
as losing
how to walk
because it happened to him
not me
and he couldn't feel anymore
anyone below his arms
he left me
and because he happened to me
not him
and I couldn't feel anymore
anyone above my arms
was that as bad
as the loss of his legs?
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