So you are back, returning in smooth motion
Just like you had never left
Amazing tweak of nature that our shared history
Allows such breadth and audacity of insider knowledge
A silent listener would be left all but clueless
To the meaning of our back and forth banter
How easily we flit from music, to poetry, to novels
Our voices blending and separating smoothly
You write a review on a book that has 100 pages left unread
Yet demand to know how I can insert Roberto Bolano in my writing
When I have never laid eyes on his work
“It is what it is,” I say, knowing full well that you are the Bolano expert
We both worship words, those of others and our own
Words brought us together initially,
Sustaining our daily lives
Words buoyed our life force through many tribulations
But Words kept our friendship broken for a time
They turned into tiny glass fragments that created fissures
That pierced our psyches
Until there was only Silence-
Silence so deafening and seemingly final that
The words seemed to be lost for all eternity
Until that winter-swept night when you called my name
And I heard it from hundreds of miles away
Tentative at first, we danced around the pain and hurt
Apologies extended, hearts and pride mending
Slowly we began to rebuild what had been
The most amazing friendship in the history of the universe
An incredible feeling to know that the connection remains….
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009
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