Please. I watch women disappearing across the parking lot. In the late afternoon. I hid my whole life away. No one ever saw me. Because I never rose from my own shadow. A shadow without roses. Or rising. I sailed my voice out to sea. No one saw my sinking. I wait for fog to meet the bridge. And take a walk. I can't compete with a shadow's falling. I kiss the last light of day. And take a walk. And kiss my falling. I am nothing without absence. I was never here, dear imaginary reader. I kiss red shadows pooled around my absence and my near and distant longing. I was never here.
I was never here.