Let’s search the stars and find your life,
beyond this street; your neighborhood.
Find the thoughts once thought, the particulars
of minds lay dormant – who no longer reach.
Be friends with twinkles, the faded sheets;
of life that separates his ghost from hers,
their footsteps tied.
Knock the thought off planet.
The stirrups, blown hair and bruises upon bruises.
This is it – the fierce goodbye?
Step off the platform dear Judy,
you never saw it coming.
2010 Barry Comer