electric fences

the soles of my shoes 

kiss the rain-soaked

cement and torn leaves

leading up to my 

building

i look up

regarding the roof that 

welcomed your keys

that day when sun 

and anticipation

were abundant 

some parts of me know logic—

they studied it extensively

with a focus in authenticity 

but others, little sparks,

break off

with different intentions

they are pulled to

my magnetic heart 

infusing me with 

romantic could-have-beens, 

theatric tragedies

and tortured visions

i imagine

in the distance i see you

running

full speed 

towards me

but wait
this would never happen
you would never run
you would come close 

but ultimately you could not 
pick up your pace
for fear 
of falling

your fist opens and

dried yellow roses 

are furiously 

released behind you

can you see me

from there?

the best parts?

not the mundane 

humdrum puttering

can you see my intent?

but then

the closer i get

the more out of focus 

you seem

and i question

it all

question myself

things are not

black and white

and these shades

keep expanding,

fusing

so perhaps we will glimpse

each other another day

from behind our 

electric fences