the sight of you
hazed
by time and especially tired, standing
in a crowd of equals
I could hear your laugh from
way high away and far asleep, distressed,
in a tweed coat
soft hands in long pockets, waiting
for the stage
unhinged me
disheveled me
threw me off completely
song alone enough but physical presence-
god, I could hear your voice
it had been so long
it's been so long and even costumed
you were beautiful
and inside me loneliness tore
away, tore
me away from my own dream
into a field of memories
I knew because of the lights
hovering above the water, mesmerized
totally slipped
brain in a brilliant forget mode shining seeing tendrils
of you
in the everywhere