Vicious Circle

I see your profile in the cemetery,
the lean-to tent in the woods just across the bridge;
God, we were young then.

We stood hand in hand looking down at the grave
of your twin not knowing that in a few short years
our only son would join him there.

That day is locked forever in a cold snapshot
of black and white. I tried to dress it up with silver and blue
for you, my cowboy, my captor, my protector -
but it will never be like it used to be.

I look out to the west and I see hope,
I see possibility; the last gate
before the realization of the nexus.
I am drawn to it, but you won't let me go.

~*~

~mvh