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.