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Walking with Sydney

July 27, 2019
By PoetFromAnotherPlanet GOLD, San Jose, California
PoetFromAnotherPlanet GOLD, San Jose, California
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"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things." -T.S. Eliot


I took a walk for Sydney down the beach into the waves,

The ocean churning at my feet, icy,

White foam caressing pale toes trodden in black sand.

I imagined two hands,

Yours and mine intertwined,

The rare joy sparking in your face despite the cold.

I think about the wind whipping our hair back,

Laughter as the water soaked our pants.

I wouldn’t have minded.

For you, Sydney, I will dance in the sand, swim in the frigid ocean,

Twirl as the sun dries our clothes.

For you, Sydney, I will cast off my shoes with reckless abandon,

Forget sensory issues and the need for socks.

For you, Sydney, I will find joy in both the most beautiful and hardest of places.

You deserve only the best from me.

I took a walk for Sydney, down the beach amongst memories,

Your tears falling amongst their salty brethren.

Haven’t you heard how salt water heals old wounds?

For you, Sydney,

I will master the art of suturing the psyche,

Learn to bend time and space,

Inching the edges of the divide together,

Closing the injuries of your heart.

For you Sydney,

I walk down this beach with light feet and heavy chest.

I am yours, always have been.

For you Sydney,

I will hold hands, no autistic space bubble as I sit with you in your sadness.

I will wipe your face and hold your body against mine.

I will fight the monsters that seemed to steal the air out of the room.

I will search for meaning amongst these sounds,

Find depths in the swells and crests,

I will look for you amongst the proud rocks that jut towards the sky,

I will find you where you loved the hardest and the most,

In the beauty you forgot existed all around you.


The author's comments:

This is a piece I wrote for my friend whom I lost in September to suicide. Writing has really helped me deal with it. There are references in here to the fact that I am autistic. They are only meant to convey how important she is to me because there are certain interactions I wouldn't normally have with someone due to some of the things that come with being autistic.


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