Almost
Almost
When the dark descends,
And he can blend in,
That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’.
Just slightly off-pace,
One step out of place,
He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.
He’s not quite fashionable,
Or following trends,
He has his ways,
And he doesn’t unbend.
He listens a lot,
And tells less than he knows.
A friend and a stranger,
Both more and less than you suppose.
When the dark descends,
And he can blend in,
That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’.
Just slightly off-pace,
One step out of place,
He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.
Who is this wanderin’ in?
He was here and gone.
A face from another when,
Who wandered in, then on.
Someone that you almost touched,
But slipped away like mist.
A faded memory,
That somehow still persists.
When the dark descends,
And he can blend in,
That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’.
Just slightly off-pace,
One step out of place,
He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.
He shows again some while,
A shadow out of years,
Bringing remembrance of almost,
And not quite wasted tears.
There again the fleeting point,
Still the shadow that you knew,
A nod, a smile, and then goodbye,
Watch him passing through.
When the dark descends,
And he can blend in,
That’s when you’ll find him wanderin’.
Just slightly off-pace,
One step out of place,
He’s okay, he’s just wanderin’.
Cliff Lake 4/27/2024
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