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
