I would travel
far and
I would reach
for your
open hand,

and talk
search amongst
your eyes,

for secrets
and questions
of your
heart that
have long
been unanswered.

and we
would wonder
still under
Dakota skies,

and sigh
in this friendship
of silence.

no expectations
or hidden
agendas of
childish blind
faith.

and our path
would be blessed
with many
footsteps of
trust and
patience,

like the wind
blowing
across your
face gently
to kiss your
lips,

and I would
be one
and you
would be
two.

destinies

that in
this moment
have come
to rest
in each other's
eyes.

and breathe.

she untangles
from around
me,


like a
ball of
cheap

drunken

yarn.


then finds
her way
down our
bedroom
stairs.


upon reaching
the bottom

she throws
away a
glance

in my
general
direction.


much like
a person
waiting on

a bench
for a bus

would do,


when they
see a

car go by

then realize,


there is
no one

in it that
they really
know
or care
about.



it is just

a courtesy



"I think I

might know

you nod."


no need for

I love you's

this morning.


good-bye will

suffice.


and this
evening

when the
bus comes

to bring
her back..


It will
find me
waiting,


like a

wooden

drugs store

indian

at the
bottom

of the
stairs


eager to

meet her
there.


every day

right on

time.


it is not

so much
a game

we play,



as it

it has
become
instead.

a almost

lifeless

existence a


scare crows

ritual we
act..


biding time.
every morning
we awake.



sleep walking

love through

our day.


never
realizing,


our future
never
had anywhere
to go

to begin

with.