Perhaps

Where are you, my lonely poet?

Maybe it's be cause I never met you
that I'm still in love with you.

Only I didn't know it.
Until it was too late-

Maybe I'm still in love with you
Because it was too late.

But I don't think so.

Because I'd forgotten about you.

Until I glimpsed your mind.
Again.

My shadow.

My waking dream.

My shadow

You've haunted me ever since

I first stood at my window, looking out to the mystery of the distant hills, bluegreeen with the scent of rain, tendrils of mist from the cloud dragons, roiling along their undulating flanks.

I first looked out over the vast horizon
From the highest point I could find, and saw a world thrilling and unknown, as far as the eye could reach

I breathed freedom
As I swam as naked in the ocean's warm embrace, for all the world as though in a bathtub, the western sunset along the rim of the world and the edge of coming night the only walls between existence and eternity.

But you were not there.

I didn't know you.

I still don't.

Am I lost?

Have I lost you?

Are you lost to me?

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