Strangers In Cambridge
Bad Photographs I Like And Other Bullshit
To You The Urban Ghost:
Every time I try
to reconcile the distance between
the two of us
I realize that I will never
be able to completely know you,
you elusive beauty.
Stuck in space I will remain
chasing after your shadow.
Featureless and bold,
you will remain abstract
to me like ink
or the sound of
a commanding voice
telling me to forget about you.