the eyes of my past
gaze into the eyes of your past
I never see you anymore
we used to spend hours
in the future
arguing over what to do
flicking cards
wandering dollar stores
Shadrach and Meshach in the furnace
of prairie boredom
I hadn’t known the now
would get so large we couldn’t even
yell to each other
across it
where are you?
I’m here, in the Veil of Cashmere
children play behind a hedge
where two dudes smoke crack and
I read a book
are you surprised
I am still eating the sweet rice
of days
and thinking about you?
life is made of so many moments
how could we ever
hold some up above all the others?
but I do
look at me
believing still in a yearning
that will break the whole system
bowing
bowing
saying thank you, words
you can rest
I go now to where only the heart can go
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