Far off, somewhere-
Quite a way over there...

I never did meet you,
But pain is a common friend...

I'm writing you a letter now,
A testament, a confession note...

A little thought
I've often wondered...

Open the door
Switch on the light...

I put pen to paper,
But realize my hand...

Catch, says Future,
And tosses me the World...

I run, pressing on, racing and pacing-
Stumbling, leaden-legged and breathless...

Empty seats.
Rows, waves, truckloads, boatloads...

River, River, reflecting light,
Show me your metaphors of bookish might...

As we watched on in the silent night,
With not a hint of a source of light...

I can feel you breathing,
Sitting in the little chair...