taking separate
trains
in separate
ways
to meet again
next june,
and ill be ticking
off the
days
like you’ll be
with me
soon.
tempting as
it may
be
to take your
hand
i’ll leave it
by your
side,
to share it
with
whomever you
wish
while i
stand aside.
how comfortable
we aged
in our ignorance
of each
other
wondering
why
in all that
time
we never did grow
closer.
in
silence
our needs are
met
and within its solace
rings the voice
of truth.
there’s no reason
to push
when it’s clear
there’s no
give
in the game i’ve
returned
from
in much need
of rest.
came to the table
already
full
of empty
conversation
and stripping
sarcasm,
i nursed a cheap drink
and caught my
reflection
at the bottom of
the glass.
spin our song
again
so i may tease out
new notes
and catch fresh
inflections
in the symphony you
express.
in wild horses
i see your
eyes
taking to the
meadows
with fire in that
stride,
twilight in your
hair,
ignore my
stare.
the mere mention
of your
life
brings me eye to
eye with
mine
to ponder questions
i can’t ask
because it’s out
of my hands.
the rust baked
skyline
hovers like a
jagged
smile
not a mile from
where i gaze
and inhale
its bitter breath.
hands in the garden 
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