Why do you leave me
and for that broken home
------in your soul, so now
the oscillating beacon of
------memory that sweeps a sea of time
Is blurred by fog
------and I see only those buds
which follow you, but
when I try to reach them,
they disappear in the silence
Nothing like this was necessary
I stand here among these tombs,
Holding this flower
Which will fall endlessly into this
------open earth
that rejects nothing.

I forbid you to completely leave me
------even if I must journey
through the mist of yours
to where breakers fall on unknown
I will do so, again and
------again, Eugene
Until I find you and ask
why you had to leave.

-Romare Bearden


Farewell Eugene, 1978.

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