richard pierce

richard pierce

5 June 2014

23 x 52 x 7 x 24 x 60 x 60

I have walked these years
And failed to keep your pace.

I have stepped out
Beside you
And lost your hand
In the race to the mundane.

We forget what we live for.

In future,
I will jump into puddles
To make you cry
With laughter.

How lonely would we be
Without this?

You write the music
To my words.
You are the scent
Of the living.

I have these years
With you.

More. Please.

Richard, 25th May 2014