Karen Freeberg

I Was, I Am

If you had been sitting near me then,
We would have talked and
I would have reached out and
We would have met.
We would have really met.

My eyes wide open,
My hands
Empty
And gesturing.

I could have listened to you, and
I could have spoken
Forever…

But you have to come now,
Too late to keep up with my rising tempo and
Too late to meet the real me because
I go faster and
You are a blur that
I am missing out on and as
I miss many moments and
I skip steps and
I slip as I go so that
Since I have to
Retrace my steps so much the
Faster I go the

slower
i
get.

and

(now if you sit near me,
really you are far away, and
i think i might be lost somewhere else?)

(because my eyes are kind of shut.
the only thing i feel now is the cooled coffee in my hands.)

(i think i may possibly have shrunk.
i am definitely smaller.)




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