he sits
in the park
staring off
into the woods around him
but seeing
none of it
his mind is lost
far from his physical form
away from
the bikers
the dogs
the other people
staring
in a rough approximation
of where
his eyes
drift off to

he sees
into the past
the future
ignoring the present
for lack of anything
to keep him
grounded

a story
pieces itself together
in his head
as he
thinks about her

a slight smile
amused at the idea
she exists
in a world
where fiction
seems stronger
than the surreal
reality
of life