nowordland

suddenly a shudder runs through me

I see you

a mirage from the past

flows into my present

to blur the lines of what is and of

what was

there you are

in front of me

clear and steadfast

calm and smiling

your shoulder ready to host my temple

and my tears

the shudder morphs and I tremble

it feels like a dream

in the middle of the day

the mirage moves on and back

and the loneliness weighs on my shoulders

like tar

sticky, heavy, and stifling hot

steam emanating from it

into the everlasting skies