I can’t remember
How many days it’s been
Lost in these hours
Through deep exhale
The crisp autumn air
Burns cold
With each inhale
There’s so much more
I can’t remember
But I do know
How much I miss
The fallen leaves
Midnight bike rides
The old church
Where I would hide
And smoke
But hiding from what
Was I really hiding
If nobody is seeking
They never noticed
The rocks
In my pocket
Thrown
At passing trains
Even then
My first impulse
Was to lay down
Across the tracks
To catch a glimpse
If only for a moment
Of what waits
On the other side of this
It’s only a matter of time
Till they come out, come out
From wherever they are
But I’ll be safe
In these spaces between
Where no one
Can find me