We are in Transit

He lists the contents of boxes he's kept
like he were telling me about
all the baggage he's let attatch to his bones
It all swells up just 'round his throat
Beneathe the talisman he keeps
to remind him of dreams
and channel his energy
Since, his muscles are too clenched to speak
And I,

Still wander the streets
reaching destinations only on a whim
checking the trash for the perfect thing to fill my head
and gravitating toward swing sets
So I, can recreate the motion of my cells
since my identity is distorted by the cerebral

counting sunsets and church bells
and climbing into machines.
Counting dots on the highway
as if the entire nature of the universe
existed between points A and B
and human connection,
existed only on our vertices
Both of us travelers,

running parrallel
Falling for mirror images
reaching our hands out cross distances
taking the path of least resistance and
remaining always alone

When we kiss we do it mostly as ghosts
except when I let myself forget
that in the morning he will go
Making us once again, dots on a grid
He never arrived and I already left
with, Hardly a clue that he even exists.