I can stretch my heart
like taffy dough
and try to reach yours by extension.
but will have in the stretching it will become
super paper thin.
I can expand my mind to understand
how your mind works
but such expansion too soon becomes balloon-like
and airy-fairy.
I can take my empathy and and stroke it all night
but it shall not by alchemy transmorgrify and become
Love's Gold.
All these things I can do but none will suffice
to make my wishing true or take hold.
I could take this taffy heart
and wind it round
tight upon itself
and cocoon my life away
in stale memories and regrets
and eschew stretching
and Gauzy Laments
Rather I am retracting all of this back to its original state
which surmises you are gone
and I am best
to keep in good repair
what is left.
So I shall take your gauzy memory
place it in state
and pronounce it dead and deceased
as I take a deep drink of new life
listening all the while to my heart mend,
realizing that all stretching is best done with the past
memory swept and sweetened..
Lonnie Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stretching-2/
