As cold as mid January
I had a dream again,
I couldn’t see your face -
but I knew it was you.
Walking by you
in a crowded
hallway.
I see you everywhere.
Reading a book
passing by -
the parallel
subway cart.
Driving by
a gym,
running on
a treadmill.
A person in
a crowded mall.
An image online.
I see you in everyone.
Their faces morph
into yours.
For a second
a chill crawls
up my spine.
And a sense
of sadness
washes over me.
A lady I met.
In the middle of
farm country.
The dead of winter.
Chain smoking darts,
in her kitchen.
Crystal blue eyes,
and a specific vision.
I asked if you felt bad,
had any regrets?
She looked at me and said.
You have no feelings
about it at all.
That I just disappeared.
How cold.
As cold as mid January
can be.
You pushed me away.
You made me disappear.
You don’t even care.
Your energy still lingers.
Something I’ll never forget.
I see you in everyone I meet.
A lesson learned, karma, justice.
All reflected back to you.
I no longer wonder
if you
feel it too.
