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THE WONDERING

Where does it begin the wondering?
is it where the rivers meet
and flow in to one
or of the life that has never come.

Is there a dam that blocks our way
their is a word
we cannot say.

I have held these thoughts
in my arms
and rocked them to sleep
and kept you from harm.

I kicked a ball
through the park
and you chased it
in to the dark.

We misted widows
and wrote our names
and wiped it away
like magic games

We dressed a christmas tree
and toasted a new year
January..you are not here.

I've watched you sleeping
smelt your baby hair
checked every five minutes
to see if you are still there.

But as I look in to this empty room
where a rocking cradle could be
but their is no light at the window
just you and me.