but you went hiding
in my mind, instead.
Somewhere near the back of my eyes,
I am tempted to think.
You fold yourself
into everything I see.
You are eclipsing within
fuchsia clouds
in a not-orange sky,
witness to all the colors
only I can see.
You watch me shift the bills
as I’m cheated.
You are there
whenever I am elsewhere,
flattening out highways
across a night,
or traipsing along
train tracks,
reliving all of my
Stand By Me shit.
Why is it
that you see me so often
standing by the water,
peering into a
distant memory
only you can know I see.
Why carry on this way,
knowing you are asleep,
and it’s only me
hearing the wing break
on the morning wind.
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