My incomplete poem

I know, that somewhere
A little past my own reality
A little past what I can see

You are going about your work

Living your life

Thinking your thoughts

Taking a breath.

Do thoughts of me ever

Intrude?

I look at the half moon

Suspended in the night sky

And wonder if you ever get

The time
to look up

To see it too.

A cool breeze caresses

This sleepless , restless city
That has become mine
And yours

And I wonder in those
Dark , dark hours
What do you think of?

And then ,
it's morning again
life starts
for me
for you
The city that never slept
is awake again.

And like an incomplete poem
an unfinished painting
you follow me
everywhere-
That presence
ever present

A thought I can never capture
quite right...