For You
For you who haunts the recesses of my mind into the wee hours
For you who now has a vicious disdain for dozens of white flowers
For you who understands who this is for because of that last line
For you that makes me think so much, I'm finally left supine
I thank you....
Thank you for the hope
Thank you for the dream
Thank you for the mutual mope
Thank you for the silent esteem
For you that leaves me for no reason from time to time
For you that fears the poignancy I sometimes leave in my rhymes
For you that gives with one hand, while taking away with the other
For you who uses the spoken word 'friend' as a whispered synonym for 'lover'
I thank you...
Thank you for the treasured memory
Thank you for reminding me of touch
Thank you for the complicated simplicity
Thank you for keeping your distance when I love too much
For you who wraps herself in the slippery silence of self-doubt
For you who leaves this poet thirsty with constant word draughts
For you who reminded me to drop apathy and learn again to try
For you who whispers to me in darkness and shares the reason I cry
I thank you...
Thank you for being all that I want and can never have
Thank you for touching me relentlessly through thought
Thank you for giving, if not your whole, then at least half
Thank you for the experience, it's still something that can never be taught
Love,
David "Dingo" Bleecher
