HIM
When you meet him it’s as if
he’s looking for something
just ahead of your moment,
a morsel he lost and hopes to find
just before you say what you mean.
In the instant where you are
he has moved on.
Sometimes he comes back for directions
or food. There are bills,
the discarded nuisance of what has come before.
Anything he says is already walking away.
Left in a room with him, you’re newly alone.