Moon shadows follow my every thought, the cold tags at the back of my heel. I feel as hollow as a dead oak, on these nights, that my heart is pained by the air that separates us. only time can expel this void. faded tarnish and dying neon, is a haze I lift to my eyes.
one who wanders in thought, that's me took what wasn't received, that's me a man alone pulled to the side of the road, eating lunch from styrofoam, that's me a woman overcome with sudden painful sorrow, where the warm streams open, that's me the broken heart for another childhood summer, that's me a duck buoyantly adrift on the choppy river, that's me where the light blue touches the horizon, that's me the last lines on a page, that's me lost in the hearts of strangers, that's me