All these faces
And texts haunt
Me as though
I were chatting
With a magazine
Whatever happened to
Laughter across espresso
Or winks across
Crowded bars have
We but become
Two dimensional in
A three dimensional
World let me
Hear you and
Feel you and
Touch you to
Know you or
Are you no
Better than stickman
It is often
The ghost of
What once was
That haunts us
Not the who
Is right now
It’s very difficult
To see someone
As they are
Rather than what
They were so
Long ago when
You first met
Memory tends to
Favor the past
At last finally
When I close
My eyes it’s
Simply black and
Peaceful no more
Smiling memories or
Laughter I’m alone
With my empty
Mind no longer
Thinking about you
For now not
Only are you
Gone but you’re
Gone from me
And he was
Black and young
And I was
White and old
But somewhere we
Found harmony an
Understanding that despite
Differences we complimented
Each other like
Piano keys and
There in sharps
And flats we
Made music heard
Only by us
I will never
Forget you boo
We played on
The seesaw up
And down and
Up and down
Laughing at how
Odd we were
Yet still balanced
But then one
Day there wasn’t
You across from
Me and I
Didn’t know how
To rise again
And then I
Discovered me alone
I pushed to
Stand and finally
My own balance
No more games
No more tipping
Just me there
On my own
