shadow passenger
on train
nods as he
passes
by,
i’ve never caught
his face,
although we’ve
met eye to
eye.
shadow play
stepped through
a dream
and found myself trapped
in someone
else,
till i became the
voice
to summon my
release–
for the dream within
a dream to
cease.
you made room for
my words–
i crowded your
mind,
you offered real
time–
i seized more than
my share,
you proved that
you cared..
far more than
was fair.
“these streets aren’t
for people”
you said,
from your crack in
the wall,
i stepped out to
prove you
wrong
to prove i could
still get on
with..
strangers are now
all that i
know.
life
is brief–
but today’s a never
ending tale..
and details of yesterday
can’t help but
sound stale.
we were kindling
for a fire..
we knew would dim
by morning
but surrendered
our hearts
gladly
to
the
flames
vowed we’d not
lose touch
then found ourselves
distracted by
attractions..
still, i miss you
much.
drank my
fill,
spilled from
the tank,
stained fresh
grass,
let chances pass
like ships
and watched them
fade into the
distance.
do you boast a faith
strong enough
to feel..
the years as they
flash forth
for their final
release?
it may come
as little surprise..
i’m not prepared
to tender
my
goodbyes.
i watched
you..
pop out of
that portrait frame
and take life by
the eyes,
seeming more at ease
in motion
than plastered pretty
on a wall.
hands in the garden 
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