So it passes

and you leave

No footprints

no goodbye.

Your enigmatic smile

has gone.

Gone in search of shadows of false memory.

The coffee cup,

sits unfilled on a table

Vacant.

 

Where the waitress with red hair

and ashtray eyes

looks lost

in thoughts of

what might have been.

 

Dreams

Such strange things.

They come

to be interpreted

but often end up staying

forgotten.

 

Rain soaks the pavements

and washes the ground

of yesterdays footprints and dust.

But the loose connection,

on the wire is still sparking.

Its arc is bright

and she knows it

caught in imaginery traps

of her own making.

 

Like a divided loyalty card

Shopping in Tesco's

When it should have been Sainsbury's.

 

But a soul does not care about that

It knows hows to haunt

I guess you know it still will

I have no reason why

No more than you do.

 

29/4/2005