I keep checking the city streets
if I should see you in a crowd
catch a smile
slip a glimpse
your life as it is now
away from my life

how would I arrange the panels
to show such progression
this kind of recession
when our feet go forward
and our hearts trip backwards
we are standing still
waiting for a sight that might
set our lives awry and right
before I see you

I look away
slain in thought
the knife in my hands
how hard
it was to cut
you away
from me