the dreams get tough.
when the uncontrollable trip
leads me back to seeing your
middle split hair head.

i am powerless to even try to
look into your eyes.
i fail to even describe
the repulsion i feel from your
eyes. i wasnt there to see you,
but we watched along to a movie
in a theater near a cafe i all
made in my head. hoping,
maybe knowing, you were
watching along too.