(2-22-03)
Cloaked transactions in
Smokey back rooms.
Papers passed
Life jackets tossed.
I cannot see your face.
Not sure what you wore.
Some veil on my eyes
Prevents me seeing even
My recent past.
I walked outside to meet you,
Hold you once again and
Look into your eyes.
To see myself
Reflected there.
You had vanished
Into the blackness of
The night
Like you did
Almost a year ago.
Nothing left but
Whispers through the wires.
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