Your heavy, calicoed hands
stay balled up. Never open
to another’s. Your lifeless
arms always stay crossed
looking like you just lost.
Your patience went astray,
yet the frustration stayed.
The time I’ve been away
has shown me a new life
consisting of better days.
In many ways, I’m better
off not finding the things
that forever remain lost.
I will come back again.
Don’t worry. Be at ease.
Just because I am gone
does not mean you are
alone. You have people
who love you; you have
people who’ll be there.
One day, we met. Life
was different. For that,
I am glad. Life has led
us to each other. Again,
I will come back to you,
some way or somehow.
Now, I bid you adieu.
I will come back again.
I just wish I knew when.
I approach the gate,
but I’m denied access.
I’m told to wait
and not be the fastest.
The voice echoes
off the rusty gate
and then determines
my very fate.
I wait in silence
much like that gate,
then I reach for the handle
a chance I’ll take.
My turn is now
through years of patience.
I still wonder
where the time went.
The doors swing open
and I’m the last one in.
But was this place different
from where I’ve been?
Others now stand
on the other side
as the gate closes
creating a divide.
I now look through
spaces in the gate
remembering what I knew
from an altered state.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 