"My Unacquainted Friend"
You spoke softly
about nothing,
or so you say.
Those words about nothing
meant everything to me.
You walked a haunted path,
with a broken heart
in a permanent cast.
At 45 past two in the morning
With ticking clocks
pounding in your restless head,
You'd write your painful poetry.
Eventually you faded
out of the scenery-
but never from my mind.
Alone in this empty house,
You're still vivid and alive.
Are you still rebelling
and is the cause still worthy?
Are we still on the same page
or has the story changed completely?
Have you erased all the memories,
have you killed our history?
Had you fallen slowly,
or had it come as a sudden plunge?
(End)
Dedicated to the late, great Elliott Smith. He remains one of the most important influences on my life. I forever love him and forever he will be missed.
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By jmvoice
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