Shadow wrote, when I read She spoke

Those moments were important to me...



Life at times
Becomes scarce
When day blends into day
Is it Wednesday
Or was that
Yesterday, or tomorrow
You borrow from yourself
Just to live another day
Only thing is
You don't know what part
Of you
You borrowed 4:45 to 6:38
From
And like buns in the oven
They rise to the occasion
Those borrowed parts of a life
Filling the holes quite close
Leaving me relieved
Because closer then I'll be
To the end of the day
When life has its way
After it is done with you
Had its say
You think, dam! Not so bad a day
Not knowing what going where you went
Taking borrowed parts
Left a mint
Of wreakage in its wake
Until
One day
Purely out of desperation
Couldn't tell you why really
You walk backwards
Seeing
How many
Day after days
Actually went past
Then you see
A conversation
That did not end
It was borrowed
By me
No clue what there could be
More important you see
Than the reply
Expected from me
But knowing me
Just keep breathing, being, living,
Seeing one more day
Was probably why I borrowed
This conversation
From me
Returned it when I could
And me
Standing there
Thinking for all this time
It was thee who failed to respond
Not me
How fickle
Life can be
Were I to have the chance
To go back the months and years
To that day
I the borrower came to take that
Conversation away
I would do the same
But on my hand
A tattoo would say
Don't lose that conversation
I loaned to me today
Because I treasured
All those moments
Talking and typing with
Amy May
Hello my friend
It's been many a day
Since I read your words
And I felt this way
How's your daughter
How's writing
How are things
On that end of the bridge
Not really so far away
On the off chance
Maybe this time
Remind me
When it's my turn
To say
Hello there,
How was your day?


Chris McQueeney @just saw this, Wednesday 8/24/2016

Shadow wrote a poem and She spoke of a friendship that abrubtly ended, no word, one day quite some time back...got me feeling sad, and remorseful because I was on the other side of that poem long ago on that day...I found a string of emails that I had archived to save, because they were important, because who they were from, what they contained... Before my life was destroyed that day or the next, things are broken in my memory of that time. Disjointed, we spoke while I was camping, and away in New Mexico, her daughter and a friend had pizza and a sleepover in there somewhere amidst talk of children and words and soul treasures to be protected, stored safe below the tempest above the tidal wave, like an avalanche in my mind after digging in the mine only to find it was me that didn't respond when I was out of my mind, not an excuse just a mitigating circumstances beyond my experience...I never meant to violate you...neither by lack of reply, or contact so far away from the last I contacted you...I hope you read this, that it helps eased the hurt I caused...maybe, I truly hope, You will comment, or call, or email, so I can say I am sorry, missed you, it has been a long time Ms. May, hello, how the hell are you today?

 ~wander~

Thanks Shadow for the reminder, your words were haunting, painful to read, for some reason, the arch of your neck, I clicked on your image then followed the link to Your blog and read the words, the words You wrote, but heard them as if She was the author, even though her writing is pros, She never got the chance to share her poetry with me...lol, look at that, a bunch of run on sentences with overly expressive grammer, haven't written pros in quite some time, almost 3 + years...not well at least...I have to pick up where I left off with
 Having Met Me After I Was Already Dead...that is a story that needs telling...today...