Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Where Am I (Where are you?)

Haunted by ghosts,
Ethereal and ephemeral-
Wisps of light dancing
Like leaves down November
Streets, chasing outlines
Of long wandered feet.

Oh, where am I?
Where are you tonight?
Where are the alleys
I can get lost and gone
Following flickers, memories
Outlined in snowy flight.

The coffee cup phantoms
Sip their brew tepid and black,
And I feel for extra limbs long
Gone, their hands and hearts
That held me up when twilight
Fell on my sorrowful back.

Everyone makes graves,
Every dead heart blooms
When spring nests in stones
Epitaph with somber sonnet,
When footsteps lead to granite
And gilded memories of you.

Where am I?
Where are you tonight?

Not here, drowning in whiskey.
Not here, with me.

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