from whence he came
didn’t tell you his name
nor divulge his history.
but, you didn’t think to ask him something about himself.
he wouldn’t have told you much, though.
so, you did the right thing.
but, you do wonder about that
his photos are not there anymore.
they all got burnt up
maybe scattered in the wind
out that window
of someone else’s car,
more likely thrown out
of some high rise
but, I swear he was here.
we both can testify to that.
it’s the part you can’t capture
I know you tried.
it’s something inexplicable, isn’t it?
it wasn’t focusing…
we talked about this, but we didn’t get anywhere.
how could we?
he grew from nothing
and went back to that.
it’s something no one can understand very well.
it just doesn’t stick.
yet, he said that if you never had your
you would still have ‘tipped the bottle.’
what a senseless thing to say.
he wasn’t the one who was heartless.
it was he who tipped the bottle.
and, you tried to hide it like I told you to, but he found it
again as usual because you didn’t know how
to hide it from your own fear.
you thought you had all the smart places figured out,
that wasn’t the problem at all, was it?
it was that you had a question to ask
it’s that you can’t forgive,
once that line had been crossed.
that’s just the way it is with both of us.
you weren’t ready for it then,
so you waited a long time.
and then, it was too late…
because, you couldn’t find that man, again.
he went somewhere.
for all you knew, it could’ve been
next door and he could’ve been hiding in a closet
or under a bunk bed…
he could have been looking at you through his window.
but, you knew in your heart he slipped through your fingers
and he was gone, forever…
and, all you had was the memory
of that thing in the back of your mind
you should’ve acted upon and done something
it was that ‘something’ you were neglecting to do…
yes, that certain something.
you made the mistake of ‘putting it off.’
now, it has become that something you can’t remember.
but, I’ll bet he does,
wherever he is, now.
you know, he could still be thinking of you.
tipping his bottle
just like he always did
because you kept asking him
that same old question
he kept not giving you
an answer to.