Interesting soul, we met for conversation
Left me dizzy with stories
Engaging eyes, paralyzed within their glance
We spent the afternoon walking circles
In the parking lot of a strip mall
Charisma in hand gestures
Searching, his stories and words
Lost he was in his dark eyes
He had a marvelous disappearing act
Gone from my life by the next full moon
I wondered if he found himself
Folded up in a jacket shoved in the back of his closet
A riddle, continuously unravelling in his own world
Every story had an ending
And every mystery needed to be solved
Maybe, he wasn’t searching for a home
But, a way to remain running from his shadow
Poetic Trials 