he is in greys
he is aproching
a few steps behind me
coming in at bar time
bathed in the golden aura of street lamps
my mind is still wrapped around
an apparition in physical form
I've been wanting to see so badly
.
now I'm coming home
alone
and I open the door for him
he is in grays
and stumbles leaning up against the door
"my lover died"...
"I know."
"now I'm living on tv dinners and scotch."
I laugh a little and say me too
"will you help me in?"
"sure."
I am tired from the night
and from trying to be happy
and from trying to be enlightened
and from trying to find love
so we take the elevator up one floor
.
I help him to the corner apartment
and take the key as he hands it to me
I'm jiggling the lock and remember
all the space he has
"my lover died"
and before I could say I know
tears were flowing
,
drowning my cheeks for everything that was ever lost
for everything that was ever loved
for each moment tried so hard
for the things not ever seen
.
It was a gift
.