trying
to make me
notice you,
while you act
like I’m
not here.
You move
through the faces
with poisoned arms,
glancing off
the flecks
of orange light,
running in
your circles
with
whitewashed
memories.
Lips move,
but no one
close to you
will dare say
the truth.
We know
what
you did,
and yet
that is somehow
my fault.
If
all of the distant actors
are the ones
that were really
to blame,
then why
are you the one
that acts
the guilty role,
squirming
as you retreat
to places
where no one
will tell
what has happened,
or what is
to come?
Acknowledgement
is acquirement,
and stepping
away
from the person
who have been,
to the person
you can still
become.
Until that time,
you are a ghost
walking in the spaces
again
that you
trip over,
yet
you still believe
is moving forward.
I see you
but don’t believe you,
just as much
as you claim
that you don’t
believe
in
me.
-Daniel Coston
December 11, 2014
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