Poem - THE INDIAN

THE INDIAN
42009041161 - c2009 wlc

You're just a tiny part of me
Echoing within my blood
A concept made up by own mind
Brushing up against my skin
A hand of reassurance from my kin

But precious moments are so few
I dreamt of one day seeing you
And then I woke up in the past
Recollections faded fast

I marched upon a table once
Speaking truth I'd never known
I didn't think I ever cared
To separate reality
From partiality

And when I went to look for you
I found my truths were very true
I didn't think that I would care
When I saw your name right there
Dead to me as was the air

But precious memories are so few
I look at me for a glimpse of you
And then I let go of her past
Some things are never meant to last