Flicker

A thought hangs just beyond reach,

like dust on a bus seat, untouched, yet close.

Conversations whirl, the taste of a peach,

my tongue rolls around, searching for prose.

Days stretch thin, thoughts stutter and stall,

as if a word dances, then hides in the mist.

With every old friend, I echo the call,

yet it flits past my lips, leaving me kissed.

I chase down the whisper, grasping at air,

only to find it a flicker, a glow,

a promise that lingers, but cannot declare,

a truth that I chase, but refuse to know.