pacing ‘round the parking lot
still
with white snow
ball bearings
making their move
tracks
bearing the weight
that which
they were never meant
my back against the building
mirrors yours
against the door
grimy with
schmutz, and dust
this window’s
reflection
into a bitter, torn up soul
a shell of its former self
superheroic fortress
solitude, alongside Superman
robots, yet you
are no longer the hero
and one I could never be
so again I walk away
deep in thought, hands
deep in pockets
fiddling as I get my bearings
a worrying
balancing act
one forever alone
the other