July 28, 2013

Still Time

I keep looking
into the faceless crowd,
thinking maybe
it's you 
I finally see,
in the mirror
behind the bar,
sitting right there
next to me;

but I know 
it's not really you
after all,
since you've
run so completely
out of time.

I know well
where you're
sleeping now,
just not how 
to make 
you mine.