Me and Her

The Gifted

I could only stare as she traced the skyline and,
Pointed out her star and moved another close to it
Giving it my name; they moved about each other,
In circles, with the no other people about.

And she would cry, only because of this gift, as
She moved the stars closer together, others would
Disappear from her scope and she missed them,
The nameless and the forgotten,

But in me she found all that she had lost, the friend
And the lover, the rock and a shoulder to rest on, if
Ever she felt weak and wanted a minute to escape, I
Could create a shelter for us, and we could be lost

Inside a moment, where nothing but us mattered, where
We shed our mortal coils and left footprints in the sand,
That were untraceable and we are untouchable, to all
The three dimensional imaginations the lousy love

Perpetrators that chase us until we dress in foreign clothes,
And speak in foreign tongues. Suddenly I am Nikolai and
She is Anastasia and these screwdrivers separate the common
From the extraordinary, the eternity became so much clearer;

So we gave one last toast to the gifted on the stone porch, with
The plastic chairs, and the ice cream and the Chinese and the
Man with the chocolate that watched in the background as
She was gifted, I was gifted, and the nameless and the forgotten.

-Chester Stoney