the half lit up man

the closer i get
the more wrought with jealousy i become
it is as though
no matter
how much
or how far

i am still filling up
his footsteps
and looking at the space
left still

i am shadowed by a man
much greater then i

and his eyes
though long closed
burn holes in my back

his breathe remains in my conscience
and his words
are harder still to dissolve on my tongue

when you have just enough

to turn around

again

do you think

perchance

the wee things that stood behind you all the while

will still be there

just as they where before?

something slipped out the window

of this car

as it sped away from any form of commitment

but in the space between where you are

and where i am

was once there a line

so it is in dreams now

i fish about

for our friendship.