Man To Man

Freshly ripped wings from my back,
at least I can walk
like a man still bleeding;
I cannot fly
missing wings once attached.
Trail shivers in the air

it follows you walking away
it follows as if I were following you

but I cannot lift my spirit
as you stretch out the horizon
and mark the path in my ink.

I'd follow it to find you
but I feel you are
not to be followed;

Instead, I step into another way
clean of knowing;

maybe walking along
I'll see you in my periphery
an empty sky between us.