Passing fancy

she's chipped, black finger nail polish and hidden tattoos

i'm long, lazy Sundays and yesterday's gym shorts

Forgotten Time's Passing.

she's anti-nothing, streaks of blue hair and the faint, leftover scent of cigarettes

i'm loneliness in crowds, running in nightmares and ties and jackets and button ups. masking

Nothing.

Endless Hour's Happy.

she's beatnik turning hipster. action's folly always leaning forward, beyond

I'm progress's chains and success' virtue, the myth, the cage, and behind.

daily specials and top shelved, prudence and luxury, but no matches.

we meet in hope

less glimpses and glances

laugh buzzing phrases. touch unbalanced places. love in silence and smiles and

eyes;

nights are wet. young. blind to futures.

battles are carnal. psychology zealous. philosophy righteous, yet afraid.

Opportunities Past's Present

she is not a woman. merely dreams and an empty chair.

and i am not a man.

only ghosts.

And safely

Parted.