Remembering a Friend -or- I Hoped I'd Never Miss You

Remembering a Friend
-or-
I Hoped I'd Never Miss You

Remembrance a dangerous path hold still
filled with old feelings and dug up reverences
half filled with the emotions that dwelled then
and overflowing with the emotions of perspective now

Winding down corridors with many doors
the ones that are locked we stalk and we probe
answers are behind them mocking and repentful
they'll solve a mystery that happened back before

Click walk silence and full tempests of languity
as one walks backward looking through mirrors cracked
and they conceal more than they reveal of the otherside
ourselves blocking such truths that we seek beyond

Halt and step and look and tear stream down rivers
and loop and cherish one moment that existed when
foam frost fire and at least one other sense
as we cling to what once was and what once we're

The questions with replies we hear that are unsatisfactory
marking us with ubiquity and oblique references
to defy a map with no arrow a compass pointing south to
hold it up revere and pock it love it and I don't want to go back

-Matthew Koutzun