To The Expected
by Johanna May
you are wearing what I know you would
only the Autumn you don
and your happiness somewhat
The red in your red is a degree faded
from the platform I stand on called now.
You are living it up to your reputation
by remaining in an unreachable distance
picking up odd ends of circumstance
on your way to me.
There is a blind gap between us
I can only see the you I created,
out of the fabrics of hope.
The space, that divides us
is an invisible changing room
you slyph through
so that finally
when you are here
standing smack in front of me
I do not recognize who you are.
So I am forced
to give you a name,
like miracle or accident
Posted on 05/28/2015
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