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But there is nothing here for me, 
no light, no shadow...
not even a vague remembrance 
of what I had dreamed this would be.
and I am content 
to know that I can keep my head high
and walk alone down city streets
without the threat of you whispering 
my secrets- feeding me my own words...

Each square of sidewalk looms larger 
and each footstep sounds more than twice...
I am jumping between pools of light to escape 
this ghetto, to escape this grotesque imagery.

I lose track of whether I am performer
or spectator in this incident- 
angels fly in, and the shadow of flapping wings
exposes me to the solace
that I can never seem to find in your hollow words

when did you talk to me like I mattered?
when did you still know my name?

I think that maybe you are in the same position
as I am- slightly off center, not enough
for prying eyes to see, but softly leaning
enough in the wrong direction
to fall fatally if pushed...

I will spread my arms before I hit the ground
so let me take my time...
let me find the perfect moment in time
to create a memory
that maybe someday, you and I will share...