The Walk

 
 
I stare in the mirror and  
   realize I have no reflection  
     as if I have borrowed your
      eyes
and see myself as you do now
 
Stuck inside this moment  
    I can't find my way out
and although you are long gone
I always feel I will run into you  
  at each corner I turn  
 
So I walk a lot
   In this filthy city, full of filthy people  
Filth
 
Disappointment consumes me  
    A different kind of disappointment  
not one of what could have been  
       or what was
but one of why to a question I  
    have never been asked
 
As I slow my pace to feel the moment  
    and figure out the question  
I see that short hair beauty with  
The freckles and soft eyes
     walking with her man  
         to the methadone clinic
             and I smile
               missing you even more