the soles of my shoes
kiss the rain-soaked
cement and torn leaves
leading up to my
building

i look up
regarding the roof that
welcomed your keys
that day when sun
and anticipation
were abundant

some parts of me know logic—
they studied it extensively
with a focus in authenticity

but others, little sparks,
break off
with different intentions

they are pulled to
my magnetic heart
infusing me with
romantic could-have-beens,
theatric tragedies
and tortured visions

i imagine
in the distance i see you
running
full speed
towards me

but wait
this would never happen
you would never run
you would come close

but ultimately you could not
pick up your pace
for fear
of falling

your fist opens and
dried yellow roses
are furiously
released behind you

can you see me
from there?
the best parts?
not the mundane
humdrum puttering
can you see my intent?

but then
the closer i get
the more out of focus
you seem

and i question
it all
question myself

things are not
black and white
and these shades
keep expanding,
fusing

so perhaps we will glimpse
each other another day
from behind our
electric fences