I Studied him deep

I studied him deep, while he cherished half-sleep,

A misshapen grey child of confusion,

A near finished work, self-forsaken heap,

The bastard of hard times and soft resolution.

Time’s absence was clear, as essential as air,

A priceless commodity forever misjudged,

Confusion imprinting, emotions laid bare,

Clouding skill required to hold any grudge.

The past lost sense, the present intense,

A lifetime of presumption removed in a second,

Tender thoughts overwhelmed in their quick resurgence,

The heart became open but the old back-door beckoned.

My words were perplexed, they had to connect,

Immediacy entangling a vital expression,

But goodbye was just it, with a hint of respect,

Met with only a kindred suppression.

Time again showed its wrath, changing all in its path,

Save the memory of this quick occasion,

An occasion resounding an aftermath,

Of lost words with no celebration.