Once a planet 
then a comet
finally a chunk
streaking across sky
slamming into stone 
without so much 
as a whisper 
and then disappearing 
becoming something else 
a single silent 
part of the 
thing stopping me 

And there right 
there’s the gap 
even the gaffe
some might say 
no man’s land 
called a friendship 
nobody wants that 
anymore people want 
sex or love 
but friendship that 
lonely long bridge 
between the two 
has been washed 
out by the 
flash floods known 
as selfish immediacy 
whatever happened to
marinating and percolating 
simmering and aging 
the gap is
still there but 
now it’s avoided
a trail too
treacherous for most 
to even consider 
or to traverse 
much less enjoy 

Attention I sought 
bravado I had 
a false cockiness 
a thin layer 
hiding the hurt
pompous and pomade 
things I thought 
just might attract 
but did not 
rather they distracted 
so goes window
dressing and pictures 
putting on airs
to sell and 
not to invite 
now I am 
what you see
and little else 
this little me

I have 
been lost
but found
not my
way back 
but forward 
for the 
hands on
the clock 
I am
only ever 
move in
one direction 

After a lifetime 
and then another 
a new one 
but this one 

is my one 
my only one 
to do as
I see fit 

absent of others 
except for myself 
and this new 
is new now