Lyric

I stare at the ghost in the mirror
& it stares right back
at me;
Guant & pale & eyes ringed a gunmetal
Blue...
Measuring my life with the ope & shut of
mine eyes;
A sleep walker trapped in time
Reigning in vagrant dreams
& songs my errant heart
does sing;
Of a time & place
& a man I once held…
Bearing an echo of him on my shoulder,
A tattooed claim to what used to be
Now my life’s
a lyric;
With a midnight kiss for
a chorus
Sung from the bottom
of a cup
Of coffee…