(no subject)

[evathadiva]

rocking
rockabye
passing the layered lives
different plants
some windows bright
some show
a black reflection
those streets each with their own spotlight
but an empty stage
he was
is
could be
the only one
I felt safe with
out
in that
paniky solitude
so quiet
you can hear the hush
now all is black
that nose those
wet red lips
recognize
that stranger
see those eyes
and realize
it is you
projected into the night
onto the layered lives
onto those streets
that face projected onto that empty stage
asking who
where
and
when