I keep seeing images

of you I keep walking

when your face looms up

legs first

I see you

in shop-front windows across

the road in cars driving by arm

in arm with a woman with

a friend my friend I miss

you I keep seeing

you and every time it feels

like my centre has been blasted

away you’re away

fragments flying fraying

flesh

but there you are in the

traffic in the

distance far away far

away from me