I tried to remember what you said to me,
While I was falling asleep.
My days pass like dreams of other days, while
my dreams acquire a supernal reality.
Was I dreaming when you told me that desires are not to be given up?
It is enough to love what you already have, you said.
I argued and you shrugged.
I didn’t disagree. I just wanted to hear your voice in the dark.
I still see your serious face, illumined by the 2 am silence,
The smoke from your cigarette swirling in the umber of the buzzing streetlight.
What I already have?
Oh yes. That.
I am starting to forget what I yearned for, all these years.
When you left, it was like the slow motion of a revolving door.
Goodbyes are for strangers, you said.
You cannot leave what held you like this.
There are no comings and goings here.
It was when you left that I realized, how very tired I was.
Tired of this perpetual surrender.
My steps sore to bone from this road
And so I cry, to be heard again, for the earth to reach up and be my cobbler.
A thought so young and so naive, and yet….
When I look down at my bare feet, I find,
I have been sandaled by shadows.