I Can't See You

I can’t see you and I

realize it’s best for me

to stop trying. You

are an elusive sort and
it’s not for the right reasons.

I know you have much to say

but you try to be so damn

abstract, thinking a video

of a lake or a picture of

your shadow is saying something.

I can’t see you and now I

know I never have.  The signs,

they were there from the start,

the moment you threw up

that roadblock the night I asked

all those questions about you.

I only wanted to know you a

little better but there you were

in a defensive posture saying,

“Don’t get any closer.”

I tried to be your friend and I

know others who have tried

just as much as I, but you

keep running away, always

finding some sort of crossroads.

Did it really exist or did you

redraw the road map to

give yourself an exit plan,

a way out so someone

could never get in.

I’m tired of the chase, tired

of walking through mazes and

all around empty streets hoping

you would show your face for

more than a second.  Others

have done the same and gone on

with their lives.  I hope you can

realize that guarding whatever it is

you are will lead to a lonely place

where no one bothers to see you.