A Memory in Skin

Trying to tune in,

because I know you’re out there.

Seeking you

on every level.

No contact.

No sign.

I begin to wonder

if I imagined you,

all those years ago.

                                                                                                                                          .

I am only one.

A memory in skin.

Presently in short supply,

I’m not sure that I exist.

Scanning across the dial,

hoping to see in any spectrum.

How crazy were our denials,

when it all

seems so obvious,

now.

                                                                                                                                          .

Was there ever any question?

Or were we being strung along?

I stop between the stations,

hoping your train will come along.

I am left waiting,

wondering,

if this static that I hear

is all there ever was

and the music

was all in here?

                                                                                                                                          .

Waiting for you

to reply.

Scanning the cosmos,

searching my mind.

I’m a little afraid

of what I’ll find.

Do you speak to me,

or are you just

a memory of mine?

                                                                                                                                          .

                                                                                                                                          .

HG – 2020

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