Thursday, January 31, 2008

The Fence

The white fence is gone
I saw today,
as I walked by the lane
the fence so bright and white
the fence we passed by each day
the fence is gone today

even yesterday,
the fence I saw still there
not white, not bright
just lying dirty there
waiting for someone near
but I wasn't there
and you weren't either

some other day,
I will see the memories again
of the fence so close
the fence bright and white
always behind us smiling
will you see too
the memories of our fence dying?