life is
a solitary
endeavor
broken
briefly by
occasional
intersections
crashing
into another
becoming
something more
before fading
dreamembers
dying in
the long
nights alone

i watch
a traffic cop
in the middle
of the street
limiting my
interactions
for fear of
causing an
accident
and stopping
the flow of
traffic in
all directions
part of the
scenery oft
ignored by
the speeding
rush of vehicles

i gently
blow on the
embers hoping
to see them
strike flame
once more
but in my
clumsy attempts
at pantomiming
being human
i cool them
down to ash
and try too
desperately
to keep the
memory alive