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Pre-Faceless Recent

i don’t know if i’ve ever told you this
but i think i may’ve barely met myself.. once
there was a goblin
it had shared the names
of father figures i’d been met of at younger ages
and also lived in the apartment that was almost above me..
as a light purple of moisture would drip to the floor
i could still imagine the tile dressed in teal
and the goblin at near rest with it’s reading glasses
after a brief montage through the pipes holding waters between us
we’d silently catch up every while and moment ago
how i could imagine the claw clinch of it’s coffee cup
actually, he’s a bit like me..
although, i think i’d like to have a typewriter
around the same age as his
i don’t ever recall opportunity to read any of his work
but i picture it to be marvelous
often, i wonder about
if he wears suits to some job
or maybe behind some closed closet door
i’ve wondered
if he too has a child, and a wife engraved in him
also with whatever may cross his mind
when reading menus after being seated at restaurants
i figured he was at times, like me
spending time in front of the television
difficult to tell, why we’re bound to age in this complex
and if there was some lady he’d fancied somewhere down the street
alot like i always had..
this goblin didn’t really get descriptively personal with me
but i’ll always carry our shared experience
cradled across these fields that find me
roads then came to a split, and pass
he’d once notioned moving from the building he lived in
after professing his aches and comforts of current residence
it feels like i didn’t see him for a long time after that..
soon after i moved out of my apartment
i was planning a trip, and along the way
i’d stopped at this venue and eatery for travlers
as i was approaching the bulding
a glass door to the entrance swung open
and there i was, walking towards myself
we brushed shoulders and i didn’t really say much
but since that day, something has stuck to me
so, now when i’m given vacations
it’s like i always pause to think
about the lady i’d once fancied somewhere down the street
in fact, i think i see my ship
it’s all coming back to me now

Pre-Faceless Recent


Joined September 2010

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