Scattered…. Only God Knows Where,

Scattered…….Only God Knows Where.

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sitting by the wood stove...remembering the good old days.

sitting by the wood stove…remembering the good old days.

 

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Time is a vacuum

 

it sucks only in one direction

 

~~~~~~~~~~Gone!

 

all of those we once knew

 

without warning

 

disappear from our lives,

 

as the years are whisked away.

 

 

Kids I grew up with

 

never saw them again

 

sure Vietnam got a few

 

others just moved away like me.

 

But I grew up in the projects

 

there were thirty-five kids per block

 

times 50 blocks of

 

Veterans Housing projects.

 

 

A gift to our soldier daddies

 

they were rather ratty by the time

 

my dad got his piece of the cheap

 

but the kids…. where did they go??

 

 

Oh, I know Sharon died

 

of a drug overdose,

 

and Dani’s been married

 

twice and divorced

 

but the bulk of the gang

 

I hung with

 

has been severed and

 

swallowed by time.

 

Then there are the old girlfriends

 

I feel like someone triangulated

 

in Bermuda shorts

 

less two lovers.

 

 

I have wandered many vast places

 

and never ever run into

 

an old girlfriend,

 

what a joy it would be to do so.

 

I am a romantic,

 

they all still mean so much to me,

 

they helped guide me to what I am today

 

but all I have is some old Polaroids

 

and a handful of memories

 

and letters from each one.

 

all tucked away lest

 

they too get sucked away

 

like the girls that they portray.

 

 

 

I have whole lists of people

 

who disappeared forever,

 

Guys I knew in the corps,

 

Guys I played in bands with,

 

people I worked and sweated with,

 

even the kids I taught,

 

all vamoosed.

 

 

 

Is there a concentration camp

 

somewhere that holds them all

 

where they concentrate on everything

 

but ever bumping into me again?

 

 

 

I love that song about meeting

 

my old lover in a grocery store

 

the snow was falling New Years eve,

 

but I only bump into old ladies with

 

obsessive compulsions to find

 

the right amount of pennies

 

in a change purse while

 

I’m behind them in line

 

with a six pack getting warm.

 

 

 

I suppose we all

 

lose friends eventually

 

people go their separate ways

 

and never return,

 

but I’ve got enough missing folks

 

to cover milk cartons for

 

the next twenty years!

 

 

 

Perhaps I will disappear next

 

and then find out where they went.

 

 

If I do, and I can get access

 

to a computer I’ll send you all a hub

 

and let you know where I’m at,

 

I’ll even be happy to look up

 

some of your old lost friends,

 

just send me their names when I get there.

 

 

 

In the meantime which

 

really is some mean time

 

because so many I cherished are gone

 

I’ll simply write this poem

 

and post it here in hopes

 

one of my old loves or friends

 

will stumble on it and comment

 

and tell me where the hell they are at.

 

 

 

So I guess this is a classified

 

kind of a lonely hearts club ad,

 

but I’d prefer to call it a poem,

 

that way I don’t have to think about

 

all of the people I’ve had to leave out

 

of it while I was writing.

 

 

 

Am I alone with this dilemma?

 

is there anybody out there

 

who is going through the same

 

kind of an absence??

 

 

 

Well, enough of that

 

I’m off to write another poem,

 

this one’s about to fade

 

into a long list of things

 

I cherish,

 

but I know where it’s going

 

and I can always come back and visit.

 

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©-MFB III

 

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