Missing
I still see you
hear you
and sense you.
Your spirit
lingers,
yet I cannot write
your name.
You have become a
mere footnote
in my life.
Your history has
not disappeared.
Somewhere you are
walking
through our past.
But your new road
has left
a footprint on my
mind.
Where are you now?
Is there a
no-through road between us?
Are you in a
neglected place,
a vacant lot, a
dirty street
a sleazy bar?
Are you chasing a
lost cause,
a misplaced ideal,
a passing saviour
or a nameless
idol? A hoped for horizon
that will never
get any nearer?
You are like a
stray spirit
that has fallen
through time.
So I look back as
I look forward.
I can only hope
the past
is the future
calling.
Alan Ford