rain soaked bones
trickle down unused grey stairs
heaving serial sighs
in burlap bags
while we
the you that was
the i that i am trying to be
stare through the moonlit madness
as we wait for liquid comfort to ease
its way through vessels soaked with skin

they
the group of business suits covering
up play time bodies and childhood ambitions
stare
into the abyss of black turning grey
thoughts melting with freshly brewed coffee
she serves and stirs for the first time again

we
have crossed paths
but never fingers
have stared
but never seen the signs
have moved
but never advanced in space or time or mind
we
are two of too many
and one that stands alone
shouldering the other's thoughts

you
are silenced nightly
and wake up screaming daily
you
are unforgivable in your forgetfulness
careless in your dying wonder
and aged in the sixth sense

i
am reborn in your memories
function fully phonetically speaking
and dream in sighs that span a life time
i
am you in ways you discovered uncovered
and were quick to quiet but have yet to silence
and they
well they still stare




(originally posted on 2/23/07)