Feeling the Same
Whatever has passed me by, it's winged shadow
Cast a chill that lingers in my eyes
And strangely feels like losing, dying or missing
Something never chanced to materialise.
Gone in a blink and whirlwind embargo,
Candle extinguished at pinpoint of gutter;
Soft wax dripped petroleum blue at my feet,
Stuck to the floor with a cold tango stutter.
I placate my ruffled feathers with thoughts
And platitudes fired in a blind ricochet
That echoes a mockingly reasoned rebound:
"Ah, well, there will be another day."
Now I have a chasm to train and to feed,
My companion regret calls your faraway name;
And it sounds like a gunshot wrapped up in a wish
As I wish I had known you were feeling the same.
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