"he was not ours...
he was not mine..."
he was not who you might pretend he be
he was more than god....he was a man to me...
and I loved him such that breath
left low - as I find it now harrowing to let him go
as if this heart torn from my breast --
he was not sun
he was not moon
he was not the hero you call from the skies
he was more than just love ....he was a friend to I
and last goodbyes are never well given
or spread - as they should in proper be... presented to
wind and sail freely across to rest --
he was not heaven
nor was he grace
he was not the face sought by every sinners plea
no, he was more than a god...he was a man to me...
Inspired by my favorite movie Out of Africa.....
Posted for One Shot Wednesday:...Where Poets, Writers and Artists meet...