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.