The scene replays
Of a bus stop in front of a diner
The fabric on the awning was a faded murky blue
Like the sky cried so often…
And the inevitable sun… scorching during mid-day
s t a y e d
As the debris kicked up from the screeching brakes of city buses long gone
Swept by the wind
Made their mark
On said
Blue…
Permanent stains.
The ebb and flow of time
As witness.
It was…
Lonesome
even with you standing next to me
Waiting…. The space
In
Between
Measured – a foot or so…
It felt
Felt
Oh, it felt
like we were on different
planets.
Little me
a slice of apple pie
The grounding element
Escape- in a box…
Through and through.
The grief
like a forgotten bicycle
paint chipping on the body
silver bits against raised black…
b
i
t
s
Rust forming around the rim of rubber tires…
Locked
on a forlorn sign post…
Permeated
The air.
There is love
—————underneath it all.
The heaviness of that moment never left us
Did it?
Even now….
Even now…
Even now.
I reach over that foot of space
In stops
And
starts
Yet…
Never finding home.
There is love.
Deep love.
I hope you understand.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 