I can never say
impressive things
because I want
to impress you

I can whisper gentle
words that cut
and make them bleed
for the want of me
but they
don't concern me

I don't understand
Why I'm frail
and lost in doubt
when I speak
to you

I know where I stand
with them
Two feet from desire
and closer to
seduction

Where am I with you?
Am I even a thought?
The ghost of a feeling?
I think I am fading
past unimportant.

I was walking
past the alley
and wondering
if the dark was real
or if it was
just a trick
of the light
I was walking
Past the old woman
and I was wondering
if she was in pain
or just a trick
of the night
I was walking
past your home
and wondering
if you lived there
or if your life
was just a trick
of maybe and might
and that
is where I was
yesterday