This isn't about you it's about shadows shadows of shadows Echos of recognition I get these tinglings in my inner ear that even a whisper rattles This is a rebound city it holds the place where things were a concert we wanted to go to (a year too late) windows converse with street lights distorting the message I turned around so many times today I was afraid of getting lost of getting it wrong of being eaten by the transit lines (passive mistakes feel deceptively safe) I wanted to trace her veins but I feigned disinterest kept it to eyes across the room Almost I was recognized My acceptance of my non-existence didn't make me feel less futile or alone The element of surprise is nothing but a fine detail to be alone tastes just as sweet free falling freedom (but escape implies restriction, a mapping of where one not be . . . ) I am a face in the coffee time aquarium eyes