that lonesome road

with my back against the panel
cold, hard and pressing
i sat half-legged,
staring into the open space in front of

me.
i spoke no words
for even if i did, nothing would come out
for the hours before this,
i thought you were forgotten
or at least squashed back there
in the half-used up brain, but i was so so so

wrong.
so very very
very very
very
wrong.
you reappeared in your form of beauty
i miss you so badly but yet
it's not possible. it probably wouldn't work out.
or maybe it would not at all.
i've moved on with life,
out of the cold hard pressing seat,
the future may seem so unsure and playful
but i know one thing's for sure,
i'm walking down a very
lonesome road.