No Justice In Distances

I remember those eyes; it must have been years ago, or so it feels. Time’s eternity keeps ticking and I’ve been missing the true things in life: I’ve been missing emerald, I’ve been missing imagery; You’ve been travelling into dust bowls, guitar-strapped and leather-bound Even your steps make percussive sounds. East, west, and the in between, Lost somewhere in your dreams; you want to become, you want to succeed, but your smile is broken as are my deeds. I take it as it is: you as a memory manifesting into a poem. That’s all reality (sanity) will allow us; “How unfair!” cried the poet and the dreamer.