one to one
you didn’t even know me anymore
one to one
we sat formally apart like statues in a park
one to one
I barely had the hands to play anymore
one to one
and I had no idea who you were
one to one
one to one
we once were in a band together
one to one
we once prayed and played and argued
one to one
we understood too much about each other
one to one
I was suspended in disbelief after that
one to one
one to one
no one explained getting old to me
one to one
no one explained becoming an old old man
one to one
I wish I understood what it means to be young
one to one
but there’s a window and if you miss it it closes
one to one
one to one
now we sit here with water and a bridge
one to one
now we sit here and try to figure out an answer
one to one
now there is no answer worth figuring it out
one to one
now it’s good to see you whatever’s on the other side
of one to one

one to one
one to one
one to one
one to one
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onward,
T

Take my body,
take my bones,
take my spirit too.

Wash off
anything that clings, that dares me
to ask it to hold fast.

Take the statues of Ganesh
to the kitchen sink,
wash off the dust that clings.

Leave behind
the rank idea
that anything past should remain.

Did I really need the clothing?
Did I really need a place to hide?

Walk out naked
in the cold of morning
and turn away from the day.

Cling to the night
for the time remaining
and resign myself that it’s gone.

Go back inside
and sit with a sigh
on a chair not made for the weak.

When I at last
stop clinging to the past
I’ll heave myself into the day.

But I really need to sit for a while.
I really need a place to hide.

I really need the clothing.
I really need a place to call home.

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Onward,
T