Cowardice

This is a write from 2004.

Cowardice

I will go away now
I will be gone before
You can even hear me say goodbye.
I can see you now
Tall and loose limbed
Relaxed against the door

I can hear your deep voice
Your kind grin

I know it was meant to have been
But not
meant for my tomorrows
What if I cross a desert now
With a scanty canteen of thirst
What if sun burns me to tallow
Who should care my dear?

We went our ways through seperate gates
Your tyres screeched the pain
We both felt it then
Yours
momentary
born of warm heart
Mine  for a lifetime
Of cold reflection

What ever might have been
It would have been mighty sweet
To capture the sun
In your unchecked gaze
To have found a
record of my remaining life
in your sun flecked face.

Harder then  ego virtue true or false pride
Crueler than chastity
Saddest of lies
Is cowardice.

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