Thousand Mile Stare

Lingering affection

for what I used to know.

I always have my memories

to look back on.

That’s why I have

a thousand mile stare.

.

A thousand miles away

in a different time.

Was it better?

Was it worse?

.

A single step forward

sends me back.

These tears are allergies

or are they?

.

Sitting in a plastic chair,

I stroke imaginary armchair fabric.

I smell the scent of leather.

I am brought back to

that place,

by this place.

.

Sometimes

what brings me here

is bored futility.

Sometimes

it a sound.

Sometimes

it is a word.

Sometimes,

it is an action.

.

There are actions

I can no longer do.

Actions that push me back,

past the fluttering silk curtains

through windows of jagged glass.

.

I see you there,

watching out of your window

a thousand miles away

and I can’t stand it.

My smashed window

brings the broken air

straight into my eyes.

.

There are actions

that I do

that bring

gusts of sweetened air

to my eyes.

Times where I feel like

I am looking into

a sweet glazed mirror.

.

It is not me

on the other side

always

but you.

This is what you did for me

and you are gone,

like the perfume

on that gust of wind.

.

There are actions,

that make the present sound

simply static.

Static sound.

Static time.

It seems like I

haven’t moved at all

away from you,

and the you

who was me.

.

Are you

a thousand miles away,

or is this simply perception.

This is all happening

inside my head

so does that mean

it can be real again?

.

In a single tear

is reflected a whole world.

Time is glazing the window

with each fracture,

until it becomes mirror glass.

When it is a mirror

a thousand miles

will stare right back at me.

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