2012, poetry, Uncategorized

“I know your way,
when pressed
you leave.
this no more unexpected
than you sinking into the shadows of the city,
or going completely silent
in a middle of a conversation,
lost in thought.

“I watch from a distance,
with respect.
Though I’d like to cross the street
To stand beside you
And see what you see.
I wonder what battles you’ve fought
to make it here.
After a somewhat more difficult life,
you are aware they will lie;
and that their lies will serve themselves,
not you.
So one dream alone can reveal your grief,
Or your ecstasy. “

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