REFLECTIONS

The Voice of the Master and of Remorse
(As if I were you)

And if I was I who heard your first cry
and if of my own breath I gave to you, I can’t remember now. Because you don’t ask, don’t question to know, and I forget. Just longsuffering you look
and I’m the one who tells you everything.

And if nothing of this had ever happened,
and I’d never inducted you to human life, again - we’d have been the same. The gentle exchange of looks, the simple game; not asking, not questioning, you look to me,
and I’m the one who tells you everything.

And even if the remembrance and moment of need you touch upon, you, together,
at my side, my brother, my simple
forbearing friend, not asking, not questioning, you truly feel for me
and I’m the one who tells you everything.

And if you should be the first to go one day,
you do not go alone. A portion of my life you’ll have taken, to keep you company,
not asking, not questioning,
just looking at it gently,
and I’ll be the one who tells you everything.

And when I find you and we have each other’s company once more, I’ll ask you for it back, and if I’ve not been kind, if I didn’t greatly love you – keep it, and let me lose my life,
not asking, not questioning,
as I were you, looking to you,
and you are the one who tells me everything …. my dog.

C. of Palmhill

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