Closer - Poem Collection

All The Love On a Summer Night

Walking on the path

Paved with little stones

Of moonlit white

Looking around you

Noticing,

Not for the first time

You're alone

You reach your hand

For the pale one next to you

Just the figment of your imagination;

The only one you've ever had

You're running, catching up to the people

You call your friends

You struggle to break the wall

Of them walking in a line

"Excuse me,"

You say.

"Excuse me."

You tap one of them on the shoulder

"Hey,"

You say.

"It's me."

You watch them,

Walking away

You try again,

This time lightly pushing

One of them to the side.

You see how she doesn't know

Who you are

You remember how she created you

With her very own imagination

When she was a little girl

Crying on the steps of the preschool

With the friends who neglected her.

You see how she forgot you

Just like the others forgot her

You see how you are a lonely

Spirit

When now she's got others

You think of how she was so eager

To trade you for someone real

How she was so eager

To trade you for love that wasn't her own

For a circle of giggling girls

Laughing and flipping their hair

So pretty, so funny

So solid

So real

When she looks right through you

You feel your very self

Disappearing

Like the last frost on a warm spring day

Remember that night

In the cool breeze of a late summer day

When she pulled you out of bed

And led you out the door

And she showed you the stars

Little twinkling bits of light

Blinking

Each holding a dream

And she showed you the moon

Like the sun, but silver