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The Man Upstairs
Contributed by
Greenpostit
on
Tuesday, 2nd March 2010 @ 02:23:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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We knew him once, long ago when times were different;
when happiness was our stated purpose,
when sharing life was our intention and loving was our goal,
when laughter was our amusement and playing our reward for work,
when suffering was shared to balance the loads we carried
and the joy we created was the product of our love.
Then one began to leave us, slowly so that we barely noticed,
gradually, leaving our hearts before he left our minds.
A slow retreat that caused sadness, anger and confusion
for none of us knew why.
We loved him, we said. He loved us he said.
Dont leave us, we said. I wont leave you, he said,
but he did, though he didnt and we did, but we didnt
and hes gone though he isnt and cant come back
for hes never really left.
You see, he lives upstairs now, and has for years,
never seeing us nor us seeing him.
We live in distant worlds separated by a wooden stairway.
Our lives on separate tracks never coming close enough to collide;
further from each other than if we were continents apart.
We wish for the other - the one he was before the one he became.
We wish for a time thats long since past and will never come again.
We wish for a wish that would somehow come true
and, make him one of us again.
Yet we know in our hearts that a man cant be made
into someone he isnt, by wishing.
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2010-03-02 14:23:12]
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Re: The Man Upstairs
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by simsalabim on
Friday, 5th March 2010 @ 08:05:17 PM AEST
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