"The Lost Confession"


His stride was so long, and his voice would sing
I just gathered stones and strings and things
His hand saved me-as we crossed the street
I saw clouds of bunnies-missing feet

His eyes were fixed, like the sun in the sky
I heard a bark as a car zoomed by
His breath was still, like the air, the smog
I breathed heavy, mimicking the dog

His gaze was steady as he called my name
I fixed my eyes on the distant plane
He spoke of leaving mommy and me
I saw in the wind a buzzing bee

I think he strove, in his heart to explain
I believed I knew but hid the pain
He held me close and smelled my hair
I held his leg to display my care

His stride was short, while preparing to go
I dreamt of the sand and sweets and snow
He reached for my hand, began to sing
I saw his finger, missing a ring

©2000 James Olmos