Monday, January 11, 2010
Poker Face in the Rearview Mirror
It doesn’t matter at all what I think
Even less, in my heart what I feel…
I love from a far and get hurt,
Knowing in upcoming months, I’ll heal.
I appear aloof for survival,
We both know you caught my eye,
I saw you in the rear view mirror,
Moving forward, I see goodbye.
Hermit crabs find their shelter,
In any abandoned old shells…
I wait for you to make the move,
You don’t, life runs on, never tells.
Another day, another place,
Again I catch your sly glance.
Your life and mine remain the same
A lost, untaken, remote chance.
In time my dreams are no more real,
“Caution”, says the rearview mirror,
Than the time diminished realities;
“Objects smaller than they appear”…