This pond
An ocean
When we stand
On either side

I do not miss you
But love
I do not miss your eyes
But bastions of rest
I do not miss your laugh
But that carbonated joy
Percolating through me
I do not miss your arms
But the comfort of acceptance
I do not miss your lips
But the serenity
and
Contentment of intimacy
I miss
The mystical
And unmistakeable
Truth
Of two people who find death
Life
And finality in each other's eyes

This runaway train is nothing
More than a ticket home
The forgotten masses
Were given
Passes
For a
One way trip
Alone
When asked about the signs
That said the tracks were designed
With care
A burly man shrugged
I don't know
But
I will tell you this
He said with a grimace
His hand clutched to his chest
One knee hit the ground
The other in time
His head
Was the the rimshot I heard

I've been up drinking
In
Some kind of silence
Lately
Radio frequencies
Don't quite make it out here
You know
Interference
And what not
But
I'm thinking
It's all for the best
It's not like
They play
Anything good
Anymore
Anyway
My thoughts tend
To keep my company
As of late

Every once in awhile
I'll be
Stopped in my tracks
By the great Mistress
Who calls and muses
Promising her promises
Of Turkish delight
And
World peace
Her promises are
As empty
As my life without her

I've been here
For some time
And
I swear I never once saw
Anyone load anything
Onto that boat
Yet
Lo and behold
Here I stand
Watching the candlelight fade
From the shores of exile

About
20 minutes
Ago
But noone seemed to notice
Except me
And you who sat
Staring at our own interpretation
Of the same sky
With our hearts empty
But our hands full