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You...
making cameo appearances in my evenings
staying long enough 
for me to comment 
on how blue your eyes seem 
in that strange light 
that graces all my daytime 
dreamscapes.

helping me with little more
than a well placed goodbye
and a hand held out 
in greeting...
in jest...
for every intention unspoken.
You make me want to wake up.

I want to breathe again, 
and fill myself with something
better for me than this acrid smoke.
something better for me than 
breathing you, accepting you.
You only look me in the face
and smile that smile you have earned
the smile you wear only in my dreams...

and we part ways, 
and I wonder in the morning haze
whether I have awoke into something
better...
some time, place, feeling, 
where our passive sideways glances
will dispel the myth, the rumor
that we hate each other...

maybe today, 
I will look at you
instead of the ground beneath your feet.
see your smile, 
the one you insist is still there
whether my open eyes meet 
the blue of yours, 
or just another shadow
of who you really are-

the self you project 
when you make your guest appearance
while my thoughts are elsewhere.