New love,

Once thought lost or impossible,

Brings two lives to intertwine

And waste together in tandem.

And with it new light,

Not more than a faint sliver, sure,

But enough at least

To illuminate the cavern walls around me.

Today I stand opposite

Beauty behind my back and

Here I am

Looking to find myself

Reflected in a dully mirrored treeline.

Meant to be watching all else,

I still can't help but

Sneak the odd peek

At life ablaze

Behind me.

Stood observing

At the edge of eternity

Absolute.

Freeway whisper ahead

Echoing behind

Empty

Sweet

Calling me at once

Closer and away.



A step into nothing

The fire for the water

Already teasing the horizon.

A breath for no reason

One last greedy look and

Down.

Just in time to witness

Black to blue,

Salvation shines pink on the horizon.

Watching the notes on a turnpike stave,

Watching more for a whiff,

A gesture back,

Humanity lost on the trailer of an eighteen wheeler

But delivered to who?

Silent

Save for the soft turnpike sigh,

Washed with fog over the water,

Siren song

Calling me

Down.

Torn at once

Two ways

And not at all

By two friends

Who want nothing to do with each other.

No one out for blood,

But it's almost worse that way.

I
Think only of myself.
Even now.

I miss you dearly,
Small back pocket-softened notebook.
Barely full,
echoing old.
I wish I had found you
as easily as you were lost.

The new hears even less,
another chapter left empty.