Shadow Touch ~
You saw me a thousand times but never actually knew I was there.
You walked past me
shared buses and libraries and an occasional lecture.
But you never saw me,
never looked at me in a way that stopped and hooked your eyes into
like a blurred photo sharpened.
I never stepped out from the bland safety of the background.
I never tried to hold your eyes with a smile or a gesture.
Perhaps if I’d put on a layer of protective face paint and hid behind large glasses
and played music
you may have dropped a quarter in my hat
with a curiosity about what was really there
and in that moment
more than just our shadows may have touched.
But I never did and you never did and there was no fault…
It’s just the way of the solitary heart.
To be surrounded and unable to trust,
to never collect enough courage to tear free of the background
to never send anything except your shadow
out to touch.