isn't that how it works ?
missed sunrises
charcoal shadows on a rainy day
an unfamiliar knock at the door
you , standing there
not knowing why
I was the quiet one with a million thoughts , jesus and sex
thoughts so many tried to pry from my mind
ideas caught and tangled
in this superficial world , iconic and moronic
you called me a runner
I just knew how to listen
and just knew when
to go and begin - again
maybe you were afraid of my fearlessness
or was it that , so many other friends fell to their own
I remember them
your unhappiness
in how I could be happy alone
how you confused need and want
your love caged in jealousy
if you could only change
me
my social sarcasm
cliques and their fucking games
and you spinning
a carousel of questions
who am I ? who are we ? where are we going ?
you kept grasping for that gold ring
I kept riding ...
your gone now
and it's still raining
slippery sidewalks
no rainbows
just us
rust
of auld lang syne
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral