2-13 Chasing Stars

in the lens,
so far away,
you were caught,
leash and a dog,
bridge,
water crashing, brave,
around you,
why are you so sad?

I lower the lens,
gray skies have brought
cold to wrap around
you, once, friend,
sunshine comes briefly,
but the butterfly,
will not rest,
to wait for you,
to smile,

I am happy in this moment,
you reply, to no one in particular,
on the bridge, beneath, the
water crashing brave,
the sunshine cold,
around you, why
are you so sad?


I don't press the subject,
you walk on.
We were as two, you and me,
one, you and me, were as two,
down the trail, I continue to
watch the old man grow up
in the lens, to young for his clothes,
to old for his words,
his body awkward in the mud
and ice, slip.

we don't see the world
the same today, I am not as old
as you, breathless in the almost sunshine
filled with life crashing around me,
wrapping the cold familiar sense of
nostalgia, beginning and ending,
with the lens, growing old,
in the distance, so small,
I see you, trip,

why
are you
so sad today?

I lower the lens.
butterflies chasing stars
in the sunshine,
crashing around me, breathless,
I see you.