Thoughts of a Single Man
Just a Look On A Subway Platform
In the casual midst of my early day commute she found me
never dreaming the the roots of our purging existence
could become so expertly intertwined,
the non gratified body, non ratified soul, and unsatisfied mind.
All in the wink of the looming eye of tumbling time.
She could tell my entire history with a single glance
and in her eyes I saw the reflections of all that I had become
In that one moment so pure
I watched the story of us unfold
like dying flowers released on the wind.
We walked the same path of pain and madness
two nameless strangers engaged in a dance
of an unrequested sacrifice.
Silently we watched each other
as the pages of our lives whipped by in a frenzied pace.
We spoke no words, for there was nothing to be said,
as the images of our departure
twirled in the shadows of our advances
like a reel of forgotten cinemas still playing in our heads.
The bubble of the broken floated free on the waves of our angst
as the roses procured in the fields of whimsy
merely gave way to the prints of our bloody palms
still aching from the content of their thorns.
The sun became a ball of shimming ice above us
that hung unmolested in the frozen sky
as the wings of the searching butterfly fell from the tepid air
and lost its flight before it laid flat
tattooed on the shoulder of the reaper so grim.
We were the dark swans
that shared and swam the murky waters
and stole kisses from each other
in a futile attempt to snatch a smile from our lips.
The harmony of a sorrow played so quietly
as our waiting fingers impatiently tapped a message
in the Morse code of a cry for endless help.
So brief was the bond between us
that I knew that we would be linked to each other forever more.
Two ships drowning in the oceans of the unknown
yet still so very close to beckoning shore.
I was her pendulum
swinging back and forth, too and fro before her,
from the extremes of death and life
and she was my monitor, my gauge, my salvation,
the hand that reached for me before I could fall
knowing all along it did not possess the strength
to pull me from the flames of my torment.
We were so inherently different yet so very much the same.
I wondered to myself if she knew me as her eyes looked through me
as I peered down the corridors of her soul
as we stood there together on that cold summers day.
And then the train came roaring in and the band marched on
as we were swept away and torn apart from each other
lost in the mass of another morning parade.
Thoughts of a Single Man © 2014 tm
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