For Rosie

For Rosie

I am not poetic

         my clumsy words do not define

  what I want to say

    where is your justice

       your salvation

             your healing

how easy for him to destroy your soul

how easy for her to let him

       you nearly made it my friend

             and now

                      and now

do the walls that surround you bring you comfort

    do they keep the memories out

I cry for you my friend

   I want to shout, rage and scream

     I want to let you out

       I want you to be free

          free of your past

            free of your pain

  all I can do is give you my

                                     tears

  Rosie, 1984