you hide behind your – suppose –

as if it were a shroud,

seemingly unaware of the audacity –

imposed by your flagrant transparency…

how awkward –

meeting here like this –

exposing all my is,

to find it wasted effort to your – presume!

when did the lines become so blurred?

boundaries,

redefined?

we used to travel the same path –

shared the same – once upon a time…

dangling now –

contemplating the letting go –

while you callously take flight on wings of indifference.

surely there is no sadness more intense

than dying –

without death!

to be the somebody you want me to be,

i’d have to let go of the nobody i am…

to find my way up from the bottom of down,

requires more rope –

a stronger knot…

you –

my friend –

are not aware –

your disassociation creates grey –

space unfilled –

water much too deep to wade –

too wide to swim –

and your strong hands,

will not build a bridge…

all alone is too much sad –

the absence of touch,

a feeling i wish i never had…

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my moment of glory.

a mere drop in the ocean of time.

for what it’s worth,

the entrance was no less grand than

that of Mendelssohn,

or Debussy,

or even – van Gogh!

the difference, however,

realized now in retrospect,

occurring over the

span of time –

My life…

culling through the memories,

picking out the fond ones to savor,

the hulls to cast aside –

i find few to etch in stone.

like the spider spinning his web,

all it takes is a strong wind,

and all at once –

alone!