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It was love at a distance that I watched your art of escape turn to paint by numbers. I wish I saw you fill in those empty spaces with Something else Anything else Other than all your tears Which created that gray ocean of All your future plans. Its waves could never be tamed Or propositioned You were always going to be just another mariner Lost at sea. Only you chose to swim Away from your boat To guarantee that there Was never going to be a return To this country of serrated mornings. Even the mornings after Site in waiting For those who have embraced the walk of shame. I wish I could pay the fare For the taxi to bring you back For a moment of black coffee To where I can smell the honeysuckle in your hair And to teach you how to use the third rail to light our dreams Only lay your tongue down till it feels real. It’s easy to play in the dream of the silent snow. Its’ a harder trick to return to anything But waiting rooms And the heavy metal door that waits Always waiting for. 2 Where were you going Without your passport And did you know that All there is to meet you At these port cities which leads you back home are the iron gates Where all Women who bloody their fists from banging on the bars Or ghost It’s a good thing ghosts don’t bleed To awaken the guards Let us back in! Perhaps you should have surrendered to Bellevue Or Pilgrim They are always willing to take you back. But as I stated There was never going to me any return. Now that the last ballot has been cast The human carnival may have reached its end. Your escape may have come at the right time. You always had timing with perfect precision After all The music of the summer carousel is fading While the Midnight carousel’s gears Grow deafening.