Stones

[vagabond]

 
 
 
I remember you from the ground up. We
were smaller then, faces washed, eager to please,
sure that the world would hold us. You came to life
beneath my feet, and I swallowed the breath you had held       this line and the next is magical.
for so long before you knew to exhale. 
 
Others knew you, but they were not in my view             does that mean “others did not have my view/ insights”?  
and your eyes blinkered with mine. We grew together,       
sinned, were forgiven; tore apart, mended each other,    
burned and were broken.                            broken by the others or by each other? probably just me, but I can´t tell
 
My others passed. Your others passed. We stayed.        … important to each other but apart? (as the next line makes me think)
I don’t know you now, but I dream of you
and when the doors close, I know you wait in the dark.       Makes me wonder if just the dream or the one addressed here really waits. Each way, the feelings are intense.
 

Stones.. can´t touch? Stones..  the core of what a person is? a mysterious poem to me, but a wonderful read