Monday, May 28, 2012

Does anybody really know you?

Does anybody really know you,
The moods that wear you,
The hair you groom,
The smiles you hide behind,
Do they even know your real name?
Does anyone believe the words
That flow out of strangers’ lips
To strange ears like mine,
To describe why you laugh
Or why you cry?
Does anyone recognize the you
That you become when day
Breaks into dusk,
Sipping the wine of evening,
Getting drunk on the night,
The horizon stretching before
You window
As if you ruled it all,
Storm clouds floating
Unseen in the intense dark,
Bloated heroes
You can’t ever count on,
Rain splattering
On you’re the floor
From your open kitchen window?
Does anybody know you
Or care?

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