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You, 

what are you smiling about?

it couldn’t possibly be me. 

I am held in your gaze

(I wish it was your arms)

How can you: light hair, 

dark eyes and me: the

opposite, have anything 

in common? I wish.

Wishing is like walking

and it only gets me so

far, so far it has gotten                         

me to nowhere and back

again, back to where I 

started, and where I started

is still lacking, funny how

you’re still missing.

Missing like a picture frame, 

empty.

Missing like a thousand words              

missing from a book, 

Missing from here and now

with you and I 

Missing,                               

Instead you are on a separate

page in a different story

with another lover,

Instead you are with 

her. 

People-watching

She’s walking 

through 

rivers 

to get to someplace, 

unimaginable. But 

I know better than 

to think it’s 

better than here. 

She’s watching

the water droplets

cling to surfaces with

great intention,

I see her across the 

street with her rubber 

boots and her poncho

and she’s checking her

watch and she’s waiting

for someone and each

time they never show. 

I like to imagine who she waits for.  

Maybe it’s a guy. No, more 

likely it is a relative, her aunt, 

her cousin, coming to take her

far away from here and this 

and taking her to there, 

where ever that is. 

Every time I see a sigh

I see a flicker of something,

maybe it’s disappointment, 

or regret, maybe it’s relief

and she shivers in the cold 

and she gives up, turns 

around and heads

towards

home.

Journey

One day i will travel to

               all the far off places 

in the world and 

maybe i will hide 

in all the distant 

corners of the earth and 

no one will find me cause 

no one can find me 

except 

         for the stars and the moon 

which follow me where ever i go, 

from far away to 

right back home.