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 ***


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 ******* 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