Before I Delete You (if you haven't deleted me already)

by Glen Martin Fitch

"... as she saw nothing but young men all day long ...this sight of her fellow-traveler was completely lost in her mind, as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in the water and disappears forever.” Virginia Woolf Jacob's Room

I bet you don't remember me.
Dismiss this if you don't.
The gravity of time
sucks all we know
down deep into a dark abyss.
The wonder is
how much we can recall.
A straight pin
would have fallen down
without resistance,
swiftly in the dark.
That crooked pin descending
circled round a little slower
in its spinning arc.
I want to say,
however brief our bond together was,
just know,
before you drop away,
some human bent in you
made me respond.
I wanted here
to honor that today.
My wish for you,
“Good luck."
Just thought I'd tell you,
while you're sinking,
whirling down my well.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011