[Poem] Chasing Your Back

Been chasing too many backs, 

Gasping alone on sidewalk, 

Hoping it was your face, 

Coupled with a smile. 

Faceless creatures, 

Even when they turned; 

None had your eyes, 

Even as I panted. 

Another fruitless chase, 

Questioning looks so chaste; 

Before I turned back 

And hid in the darkest crack. 

What if one of them were you, 

My tongue would still be tied; 

What could I say to you, 

My mind would still be closed. 

Talk about the past? 

The past that did not exist? 

How about an apology, 

Gentle touch without feeling edgy? 

Talk about the present? 

Or the last gift? 

Or about a future, 

Which would be impossible?

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