What Colors the Steel Sky Blue

These are your feet
that walk not in my direction.
This is your fleshy hand
that you do not put in mine.
These are your lips, so shy
they never smile to me.
This is your poem,
one of the two I meant to write.
All the lines above you read
they were not here before you came.
If I dropped out of school, got fired
would a single leaf move in your forest?
My body wraps itself around you,
it is a boa constrictor lost in manhattan.
I changed jobs, I changed towns and
I still see you in strangers' faces.
I went for months without knowing your name,
you lived for six months before you met me.
Later I realized I misheard your name
and you had forgotten mine.
Strange it may be,
it is only you that does not want me
that I want;
and you know what that says about me.

Troy James Vega
For the record, his name was Wade.