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THROW ME DOWN THE KEY
by Selia Qynn 11/3/2001

Photo by Sandy Wells 2001

You were sitting on a bench
Smoking a cigarette, when we first met.
Wearing the vest I still see you in.
Now I'm remembering it all again.
I was a child growing older.
It was my birthday then.

You had a voice that spoke to me
Like a string quartet - ah, sweet regret.
A lone saxophone - you'd recite
Raspy poetry deep into the night.

Then the dream came to me,
and eventually became the nightmare
that became reality.

Ferry tracks and cobblestones
Still take me back. I can see you run,
Your echo fills me. I have no choice.
And I hear my name, and I hear your voice.

Billy, throw me down the key.
Take the darkness out of this day.
Across the chasm, I see your shadow.
I'm not sad, though I am lost without you here.

Our conversations were like the bows
On a gift to me - little secrets those
That hint at what is hidden there,
Like poetry in the midnight air.

But then the dream came to me,
and eventually became the nightmare
that became reality.

Monet stopped wearing his glasses so
That he could see more pleasantly.
Lately I've taken to not wearing mine
And I see brown eyes, and that vest sometimes.

Billy, throw me down the key.
Take the darkness out of this day.
Across the chasm, I see your shadow.
I'm not sad, though I am lost without you here.