late concert

putting her heart inside mine
i watch her face from the side
a voice
i hear  break gently

so beautiful
and she may be making up all
the words
i see faces watching
below and beside
me disappear into a cloud
as it rains


.

mirror/unmirror

I'm less worried about you throwing me away
than I am about you losing me
when it's too dark for a shadow
too late to search the
spaces between words
what's the difference wondering whether
something will begin or end


or wondering
where this will go now
It means nothing and why I care
is all just in our minds
so we try to make it into something nice
if we have time

.

You're not far away

freed
voices still
hiding between words
 
forgetting
ourselves

and night lifted
by a single

torn paper that
became your lips


/

old adage

I close my eyes and find you in a dream
a smile in the mirror
instead of a cry

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edited version old age

being up near the old newspaper building
and writing this
- no electric here anymore, hasn't been for
about three years
It made me think about why
some things happen the way they do
And how I wouldn't know if something happened up here.

How after Dave visited, as he was leaving
said "tell me when, ...let me know "
For whatever reason his see you later slightly grimaced smile  burned into
my inner tv screen and I have no
idea what he was talking about . Tell him about what? I have no idea...
and I guess that's why I keep seeing his face
Because I'm still wondering in the back of my mind WTF he was
talking about.

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