Thoughts

Peter Shadbolt

MY BROTHER

You carried worlds and
words of people inside your head.
Now people stumble, and fall
in… and… out of your thoughts,
as time rolls like a dice
into this prison of fading dreams.
In your memory bank
You find nightmares caught, and lost in no man’s land,
in lonely space.
What you see you alone can see,
an angry urgency
drives you down one way streets
that has no exit …
in search of a key to escape
from this …
through a maze of familiar strangers.
Your smile
When I say goodbye is soft and sweet as a child.