I originally wrote this poem in May of 1996 but have recently revised it. It’s funny when something like this can take you back in time, to a moment, a feeling. And it’s easy to just pick up where you left off.
I devour the memories
Even though I was never there
I wish I was the one
That possessed the loving stare
You gave blindly
That’s how you described it
With those innocent eyes
Under my forgiving skies
Wishing for what already is
May sound like a waste of time
I guess I wish for it
Under different circumstances
I suppose I can settle for second best
I might have to
It’s all you have left to offer me
And it does seem as though you do so-
Regrettably….
J. Barajas
A Dead Language 