Wednesday, March 02, 2016

A Vouyeuristic Afternoon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a7Faqya0SI

Strange watching
you there floating away. I
try to live without you
as I see you drifting
angry and silent, making
small gestures with your lips,
cast out. I wish I could pull you back.

The current runs one way
until I no longer hear you
and you no longer speak.
Betrayal comes between us
like river water. I
can't live unless I betray you.
You drift away so far
out of range forgiveness
doesn't reach me.

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The past is a story
told by someone else.

My life is a string
of the present.

Sometimes I have
the tools of speech and hand.

Sometimes I wander through the present
listening and watching like a ghost.
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