At the Back of Beyond: Two

To Hell and Gone: From an Antipodean Distance I Still Can’t Smile Even A Guarded Smile At You

Like a greeting on your favorite station, it’s suddenly over
Or if it’s yet to come, you’re too busy to bother.
In a vertical horizon we meet;
I gaze rapidly so you don’t notice.
Then we’re three feet apart but getting closer
Still not as close as two goal posts on a soccer field.
Now the deafening silence has come in between
Plus everything else and still counting
No words should be spoken; let’s just walk
‘Til the light finds us.
And we’re three feet apart again, and getting farther.
So I sing a melody but you can’t even hear an utter.
Like the unnamed stars above let’s blend with the crowd.
Welcome me back; I’m still lost in you.
But are you even there?
I’m having a reverie while the night meets the morning.
You don’t even know.
So let’s leave it to that.
We’ll never know