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A Day Which Has Passed Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s02.erols.com Thurs, June 26, 1997 at 1:45PM |
A day which has passed
Long after we unmasked
The heart we did wear
On sleeves of a pair
Of tatty cotton shirt
To hide all our hurt
As the pride did soon
Lose its shine as tunes
Of broken entanglements
Fell to the floor cement
And shirts full of tatters
Became just another matter
The sewing which you did
Was artful and this hid
Feelings of other kinds
To which I was quite blind
If only we had spoken
The bother you'd tokened
Would have become real
Through the glass seal
And thus - we could have
Made it better with salve
But you never gave a chance
For there was this lance
Which you'd had ready to throw
As soon as you saw the show
Slow down its dramatic feel
And when it did - you did peel
Aside your mask which did hide
The fury you felt deep inside
And thus you did run fast away
And so we are both alone - today.
- Tristram