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.
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