Blind Follower

Always following
The wandering tailcoats
Of the one who seems to be right
 .
The pinstripe silk
One day
Slips around a corner
And seems to be gone
 .
On the other side
Staring
At the face of the suited man
Who was always followed blindly
 .
Staring
At
His seemingly featureless face
No emotion
No love
No joy
Why has he been followed?
Since the beginning
Why?
 .
As the featureless face turns
To go back to the brisk trot
Taking one last look
And deciding
To stay back
 .
Slipping into darkness
With no glowing silver tailcoats
To follow
Becoming
Lost
 .
Wandering in the darkness
Wondering
Why is it dark?
Why is functioning alone
Impossible
 .
Moving
At a brisk trot
With long skirts
Following behind
In a midnight blue trail
 .
The skirts
Slowly lighten
To a star blue
Then a navy
Then to a sky blue
Quickly fading
To silver
 .
Turning around
To see a crowd
Following behind
Like the tails
That were once followed
 .
Wondering
Do they
See a face
On me?

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