I see them everyday – faded people, walking the fine line
between reality and my fragile imagination.
awkward passing’s, crossing paths to acknowledge each other –
or give a glance that sells damnation.
as much as I remember you –
I do not remember you – I know you,
yet I do – not – know you –
you never knew me and I’ll never know you,
while we live….
I saw him, just the other day, I swear it was him.
we passed without a word, through the glances we exchanged
we read each others pain – we both died a long time ago;
at least to each other.
Now as I reach for you – you pass through my hands.
We are dead to each other.
every flick of the wrist and nod of the head
we see right through one another:
we all love another.
the space you left, the space I left;
the rejection in our hearts will be filled by;
the affections of a real person:
I keep thinking about her, her picture seared into my brain.
I keep hoping I’ll see her one day, to confess my love –
I looked out the window of the bus and she was there! –
holding hands with another man…
reminding me – just because I’m stuck, life does not stop.
Once upon a time we had a plan…
I sometimes see people I should not see!
Sometimes they walk right beside me.
I pretend not to notice… the ice I feel tells me different.
You floated by without a glance…
as I waited with an abrasive stance….
hoping you’d come closer to me…
I’m haunted by the impressions of the past…
imprinted with their spirits – loving you was a task!
and then I realize – until you’ve touched me …
its only …. the memory that lasts…