we played running up that hill
by kate bush
over and over again
and i said it reminded me
of the myth of sisyphus
and that the hill was the problem
we would always have
no deal with god would solve it
because we had left him at the bottom
of the hill as a child in tattered clothes
ignoring him and pushing forward
and you just laughed at me
said i was so serious
but that it was cute
so we listened to the song again
and you put your head on my shoulder.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A very long time ago.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A memory that will never leave you.
It haunts me - thanks my friend.
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