Photo of You

there you are
the mythical man;
although, your photo is dated two years past.

it must be
genetic wisdom
our lofty foreheads, near mirror imaged
faces.

ideas of you
ephemeral then
almost mythical in scope to the child I
was.

always wedged
in a crevasse deep
somewhere outside my heart, yet within
me.

no hero;
you never answered.
i fantasized your presence; you never
came.

you can’t know
how often i’ve wondered
would you have loved me if you’d stuck
around?

  
peace, people.