Shadows

WALKING WITH SHADOWS

We take steps towards the path that leads to the sea

so far away as is this ‘we’ I write about

along the dusty path you may find an old pen, a photo,

scattered diary pages, discarded sandwiches left for birds

or seagulls or angels, do they eat? and we walk

looking for the sound of the sea that drifts closer towards us

but we are far, here I am using ‘we’ again, there is no we

just I and this silence, which I grab with my words and a new pen

With the ink of tomorrow, today is over, it sucks and leaves me bitter

but tomorrow the sun will rise, San Francisco fog will come,

and you won’t write back

and you won’t remember the path, do you even like the sea?

do you even remember my name now that I am a shadow

you’ve thrown away...