silently overhead - SCP Foundation

sometimes, when i look

out my window

on an overcast morning,

i think i see you,

phantom of teeth

and oak splinters,

slinking through the

damp grass, winding

your way through

the oak branches that

reach toward the

secret thing in the sky,

and soaring into

the vast gray beyond.

i wonder what you

think we look like

from all the way up.

i wonder if you pay

more attention to

the birds. i wonder

if they are more

your people than

i ever really was.

in the mirror, for

a brief moment,

there you were,

a friend, one who

saw the same

shapes in the tv

static that i did,

who shared the

longing to shape

words into guitar

strings. i blinked,

and you were gone.

in your place was

a pile of shavings

that could never

be reassembled

into the lost order

of a desk and the

early morning light

shining on it.

in my car, creeping

through a forest

of leafless, craggy

pines, i wonder if

i could find you by

slamming the gas

and swerving into

that big one coming

up on the right.

would i see you

in my side mirror

from the corner of

my eye, would i

hear you singing

beneath the squeal

of the engine, would

i feel you next to

me as the airbag

shatters my arms?