David Walker Poet Free verse

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At the End of the Tour

At the End of the Tour
David J Walker

We would never have survived the poverty 
Of the poets poetry 

Nor the selling of souls for papered wealth
The death and rebirth and growth 
from distant worlds 

Abandoning the learned language of
Specific lovers and the invention of
Nuances waisted on foreign ears

Still

I loved you like the duty of a soldier
On foreign soil

I loved you with limited time intimidated
By the clock I forgot to wind

I loved you because the air you breathed
Tasted of the words of your foreign tongue

I loved you somehow knowing 
The flag I was baring 

Must be folded and put away 
At the end of the tour 

I loved you until our vehicle
Ran out of gas

And we both walked home 
	Alone
In different directions

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