Kelp / A Dance for Two
You splatter the last of your blood
Like oil on cheap canvas,
The tubes of dried-out paint
Lie scattered along your path,
An attempt to paint a self 
Too out of control to care:
A mere sidekick in the story 
Of your life.

I walk around humming 
A tune I never chose,
A hired extra in my own shoes, 
Without lines or purpose
bar filling that vacant space
in the story of my life. 

We walk in circles, you and I,
Dancing to different tunes 
In different spaces,
I know of you but you live unaware 
Of mine, yet we dance on and on
And that is all that matters 
For now; if we ever meet, 
Face to face, sparks could fly 
And nights become our days,
The world our private place of play
As we find ourselves attuned
To search our destined spot 
In this – our universe.