Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Mirage

As I walk to work
through the morning dew
I see a lad of about twenty-two.

Hair in bandana,
Head bent to task,
It's all I can do
Not to stop him and ask,

Is that you?

I don't.
I know it's not true.

Mirages are heartaches
not meant to last.

My heart explodes
as I walk right on past.

1 comment:

bc said...

This one tore at my heart! I gues it never ends...
bc