Lets begin, where the last one ends,
it can be that easy,
We can finish, and in between,
see where it leads us.
Make it last, this may be our only chance.
Crack the doorway, each new day, forge our voice.
Love is not an illusion,
Love discarded and used when
the satisfaction is gone.
We’ll make friends, we’ll comprehend
that the world don’t need us.
If this change is a means to an end,
we’ll pretend it don’t mean much.
When I see it for what it is, they shrunk you from me,
How lucky, disconcerting face, aimless grin trailing somewhere behind the tail of the wind.
Always self conscious, places to hide.
The rollercoaster pulling hair-pin turns and never letting up at the peak of the sky.
The way you twist a slice of pizza into envelope size, full of cheese, ignoring the crust.
Skin freckled, sandwiched between opaline globes- contorted in its own symmetrical array.
No lack of insecurity, no spare trust.
Subtle gestures in crowds, sometimes explosive and back to reserved.
Struggle to co-exist, crowded restaurant, pretend to ignore– maybe you can’t hear with all that noise.
I know the truth “wink,wink”.
They all must be talking about you,
yeah, I do hear that.
They glare from everywhere.
Don’t look now,
I’ve discovered my shadow