Fade Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Only in rhymes
And silence then.
Empty hallways,
Ghost sitting inside cars
As it rains,
Something blue on the swings
In the northern park.
Trees weep beneath
Slate gray sky
And high heels down the lonely
Walk:
Her eyes observing the prairie
And she is very young,
There is so much sunlight
In the emptiness,
An empty theatre
Performs,
The thespian’s tongue
And the mountains
And their young,
The city is a stranger,
She keeps her lights on
All night,
She makes love,
Unidentified
She is here
In the shadows touching me,
But I was wrong,
I must go away
The dogs are crying,
She doesn’t know,
Trusting her eyes,
I was another man,
A mirage-
My heart is on
The night table
For the morning,
But I have disappeared.