We were friends.
She changed.
I didn't.
Enough said.

there's bars on the sky
razor wire around the moon
each star under lock and key

every eruption of laughter
seems forced
running from something
toward nothing

i can see my shadow
on the other side
of the fence
dancing in freedom
he waves hello
as i wave goodbye

"RUN"
i tell him
"YOU CAN MAKE IT"!
still he follows me across the yard
and back inside...

this is not a poem
          
          

                       *just a mere

image
consisting of

                                         straight lines
and curves