Can You See Me?
Can you see me? Through the fog. Can you see me, without your lights on? For all I know, I’m invisible to you. Do you see me while you sing your lungs out? I would have liked to do that one last time. Do you see me with your windows down, the wind blowing your hair into your face? Do you see me while I cross the street, my feet pressing against the cold hard pavement one last time? Before I felt the hood of your truck pressed against my spine. Do you see me? Can you see me, my arms raised in self defense. Did you see the blinking lights? Can you see me, lying peacefully in my mahogany box, never to cross the street again? Can you see the wooden cross posted at the telephone pole, flowers surrounding my final moments? Did you see? Can you see now?