Somewhat self-analytic and shamelessly forgiving. |
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Heard From Him?Heard from him?Gone a year in January Had to get away and write Wonder if he’s any good Wonder what he thinks in a foreign city, a foreign tongue, what he does as my sun comes up and his goes down Suppose he has regrets? or thinks it’s all just cool as hell Smiling at the vagaries of life And why some stay, some have to go Could be easier for him this way, with no witnesses, out of sight Out of mind and only one side to tell, So who could remind him it’s otherwise? What’s a writer’s life, if not to tell those long, involved, strangulated lies? Not brave, the telling easier than living and history from the victor’s pen It’s a thieving, coward’s choice, editing a life that didn’t work and making one that does on paper Have you heard from him? |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
