Old Friend

SKELETONS: 1000 WORDS POSTED/WINTER 2002 ISSUE 4

You have, no doubt, been thinking that I died:
On the inside, at least, if not forever.
But, I am well… Now.
My old heart is beating still.
I did not mean to step back quite so far
Into all of my distractions.

Forgive my flakiness, I tell you that
The Intervening time has been so cold,
And yet so full…
No, no, not full. I must admit it:
Merely busy. I have been occupied.

And so much of what has occupied me has no life.
It only pays for me to eat and buy shoes,
Pay rent…
Write me a letter that tells me you forgive me.
Write it even if you do not mean it.

I will understand.
I think about the old days too.
I think and then I turn back
To that which, now, has me occupied.

Write to me and I will understand.

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