by ojo02 Nov 2013
Decades and decisions between us
You still step out of time,
Long since the 11C allowed me to ride the just-in-case.
And of course there’s more what might have been
Than what ever was.
You wander with me more as it’s easy to fill an unwritten score.
I can’t smell you
I hear your sound in fragments
But I hold the weight of you
And know your taste.
We collided in moments
But a small hashtag holds us to
I know I trace the shadow you left
To blow breath onto ash
So as not to let go of the
Might have been.
These words make large of what there wasn’t.