At Some Point

Some day,
I think you’ll know my heart.
You’ll pick up the folder, book, journal
and break your heart
like the ice forming outside,
(At least this sheet)

You’ll know
how hurt I was when forgotten
when i was secondary
to life in general
the show,
phone call.

at this point,
i am gone
a scratch of ink lines
stretching a word to a thought,
into a strange passion,
you’ve never read.

Dave Barber
Albuquerque, New Mexico
United States