internet stalking

[a poem]

sulking in the corners

tracking the forgotten

raking the lawn

I am torn

-

false identification

saw you in a good light

I heard you got a good life

your hands are the same

the lines still bend

your pulses are louder

does your heart still beat

like the train on the tracks?

-

you’re smiling

just like always

you’re smiling

a little different

you’re smiling

like that same lost kid

that I once used to know

-

time, wrapped in a present

is the past, that severed

untouched & untouchable

in a box

looking familiar

-

we occupy the seats now

we no longer perform

we are audiences

we are strangers

we had an act together

then we bowed

closed curtains

loud applause

I would have sent a text

asking if you’re in town

but I forgot that this souvenir

was bought from a shop

that closed down

~ Ash