I saw you across the concrete,
Blank stare, hair neat.
Lips parted, longing for the last cigarette, the one you smoked hours ago;
No doubt in anticipation of this very moment.
Somewhere far from here-far from us,
A car door shuts,
And as it does we are alone,
As if the portal to the world we built together had just been sealed once more after all this time.
With us on the inside.
With nowhere to hide;
Not from one another.
Because we built it to escape them.
But in the end you chose to escape everything.
When you ran from me you ran from you,
And there was nothing I could do.
You know me (or you did), I’m not the type to chase.
Right now, I can’t find you in that face.
So dead, so uninspired.
You’re not the man I once admired.
The mouth that scoffed at fear
The voice I couldn’t wait to hear
The eyes I could get lost in,
The jab that was just “tossed in.”
I saw you across the concrete,
Blank stare, hair neat.
And I turned the other cheek.
Monday, March 26, 2012
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