unwanted time spent
alone with yesterday’s fears
shadows of nightmares
cast upon an empty space
where a lover should have been
broken promises
just shattered glass on a dream
reality’s path
drape your hand and arm
over the bed’s edge tonight
i long for your touch
the clock
staring off into space
with total disregard for life’s tragedies
and your nightmares
these isolated moments
before death
called days
move before
your eyes
without reflection
in the mirror
soundless events
flowing along
the fibers of your existence
an invisible blood line
in the palm of your hand
ignored
as you reach
for golden corporate calves
placed strategically
along the walkways
of your beliefs
and when you
reach out
to touch them
you find they are
but illusions
nothing more
than
unkept promises
like the unread books
beside your bed