Just when when

I thought someone

Knew me something

I hadn’t anticipated

Stepped in front

Like a traffic

Cop stopping progress

Time got in

The way of

Us you having

Too little and

Me too much

Alone I’m used

To but waiting

I think not

I’m tired of

Watching all the

Trains go by

Knowing that you’re

Not on them

Writing hurts and

Heals it’s easy

Really just plunge

The pen in

And bleed just

Like loving except

The opposite the

Pain starts when

The healing begins

I write for

Men that I

Don’t remember they

Haunt me in

These words like

Ghosts of joys

Past ring like

Clock towers off

In the distance

Reminding me of

Time ticking by

Too many lost

Loves to count

I simply remember

Them here now