Another silent homeward
walk across the Orange Street
bridge
and I wish someone were walking with me.
These nights grow long,
and the days keep blurring.
My hurried steps wander over seams
of the self I have stitched
together from the pieces
of the last few years and the friends I've made.
And I'll defend my route
until the curtain drops
again.
Awash in quiet, I wait in the wings.
Cast my eyes North and East.
Spring breeze half-waves and passes too quickly.
Cast dice and hard clenched teeth.
Losing bets and snake-eyed bitter apologies.
Now it's a warmish Wednesday
night. I swallow hard. Just
then
turned a bend and halted in my footsteps.
these thoughts reach back.
Your face at my fingers.
Scars from a car wreck when you were young.
I know they always made
you feel kinda self-conscious.
I really liked them. Did I tell you that?
It's a moot point, sure,
but that shot still smarts.
Again,
feeling like the awkward Oxford Comma.
Showed up late to the party.
Just a mark too far...
...sentenced to revise.
Cast my eyes North and East.
It's gotten late. Guess I should keep walking.
Drink down this history,
losing bets and snake-eyed bitter apologies.
Cast my thoughts North and East,
and I wish that you were walking with me.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Another silent homeward
walk across the Orange Street
bridge
and I wish someone were walking with me.
These nights grow long,
and the days keep blurring.
My hurried steps wander over seams
of the self I have stitched
together from the pieces
of the last few years and the friends I've made.
And I'll defend my route
until the curtain drops
again.
Awash in quiet, I wait in the wings.
Cast my eyes North and East.
Spring breeze half-waves and passes too quickly.
Cast dice and hard clenched teeth.
Losing bets and snake-eyed bitter apologies.
Now it's a warmish Wednesday
night. I swallow hard. Just
then
turned a bend and halted in my footsteps.
these thoughts reach back.
Your face at my fingers.
Scars from a car wreck when you were young.
I know they always made
you feel kinda self-conscious.
I really liked them. Did I tell you that?
It's a moot point, sure,
but that shot still smarts.
Again,
feeling like the awkward Oxford Comma.
Showed up late to the party.
Just a mark too far...
...sentenced to revise.
Cast my eyes North and East.
It's gotten late. Guess I should keep walking.
Drink down this history,
losing bets and snake-eyed bitter apologies.
Cast my thoughts North and East,
and I wish that you were walking with me.
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