I see you in my peripheral
A digit without a decimal
An animal without a leash
A clown at a carnival
I see you like a symbol in the sky
One that says,
You got to fight to fly
One that says Hello’s for angels,
And it’s so sad to say good bye

And only my existence
Exists in this sentence, otherwise,
I remain anonymous,
Just one more thought to think
Just another freckle on your weathered face.

 

Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.