Any Time After Now
They’re calling, I can hear them,
And I wonder who they are
And how they know me.
And they do know me so well.
Maybe I am one of them;
Are they calling me home?
Calling me to join them?
I think I want to follow,
But I know I don’t;
I can’t – how can I?
How can I even when they want me so badly?
It’s terrible timing.
My life keeps taking and grabbing
And I cannot stop it.
They are silent now, of course.
They’ve given up – given up on me.
Decision made.
Not my fault, nothing to do with me…
Innocent innocence.
But I would have gone, followed, left,
If they had asked
Any time after now.
©Lisamarie Lamb 2011
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