I saw you
and could not turn away.
Though my steps lead away from you,
You are there
In the fluid flows of feelings
dripped dry onto paper
In the raspy song of a closing mall
In the taste of sunlight and
the swirls of a broken shell
In the checkered visions of somberness,
I see
you.
In a staged whisper
of a Hollywood
moment
As consciousness slides
into the harsh reality of dreams
You
are there – palpable – only a reach
away from
Wakefulness
Seen
but always
Unseeing.
