COMMON GROUND
there we were
two probabilies
failing our audition
no common ground
between your
my
intuitions
at that momemt
of moments when
our very existence
all
in the balancep
the most febrile
of entanglements
no
clarity between us
of what could
have,
been our
reality
just shadows and whispers
and echoes
no one recalls or remembers
or cares any more
poems 2 die for 