Days, Weeks,
Months, Years,

Time and time again
I wondered

Does he remember
Can he recall

My fat fingers reaching
Beckoning to his stone face

Marble heart
That may or may not

Have melted under the blazing sun
Of Africa.

Does he imagine a life for me
As I did (do) for him?

Does he wish to gain
What we both lost

So many years ago.

Time passes,
Heals
Conceals

Reveals the true nature
Of things that have lost their importance

He implores forgiveness

Asks for redemption

Wishes the clean slate
He shamelessly specked

With unspeakable actions
Angry insults

A desertion
That today still reflects the bullet hole

From which my essence pours to the world with
Significant words

Meaning nothing.