stand up and walk away from our history.

the earth is round and maybe if we turn our backs to each other and travel in opposite directions we will one day meet at the intersection of the equator. more experienced, more mature and far more brave.  in order to travel together now, we do not have the years, nor the wisdom,  most importantly we do not have the courage.


even if our sky is the same, we do not have the same dreams. our northern star is not at the same north.


submerged in your silence again i look for you in dark rooms, on chaotic train stations where so many pasts linger, just not ours. I seek your touch in other peoples palms and your shine in there empty stares. I look for your words  on drunken lips of lost poets, but they are not there.  you are not here, not even a bit, not even at all.