Open book

I don’t know you
But I like to
Think that I do
Know the reason

I think I know
Why you’re married
With kids
Or why you’re
Raising a child
All by yourself

I think I know why
You run through
The woods chasing ghosts
Or can’t stand still
In a concrete jungle
Filled with steel trees

I think I know why
In a crowd of people
You either want to
Fight the power
Or flee the barbarians

I have some ideas
About why you’re
The way you are
But maybe it doesn’t matter
If I am right
Because ultimately
You’re a fable
To me

Weeping

I’m crying
And you don’t
Think me
Worthy of
Your attention
And through my tears
I can see
You don’t really see
Me closing
The distance
Between us–
As you look away
Then look back
Look away
Then look back
Closer
And closer
I am like an angel
In disguise
But what happens
When I finally
Reach you?