I am everywhere
all the time
trying, clawing, praying
somehow to find
a reveal,
a reason
a recall just why,
when, how, for what matter
what matters anyhow,
how may I create a dialogue
what is a conversation,
what happens when we stop
we realize,
there was this,
a time,
when all of our worlds
mattered.
Have,
I wonder,
have, maybe …
could she even realize
my every waking hour
still responds to
only
her.
Amazed … eternally, so inspired.
We exist in parallels
lives criss-cross
eyes interact
though progress
sometimes stifled
an onlooker
miss the moment
sullen sockets
damp rain gauge
the reality of time
less offensive
least observed.
Walk right by
a sunny day
the view
rampant normalcy
though the truth
the cry is why
we cannot believe
this story
meets an end
rather the pages
refuse to turn.
Next time
a certain light
cast a shadow
beyond his
enigma
look closer
look inside
the frailty of
composure
a tremulous pattern
of quiet memory
thought forgotten
always here.
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