Blue Light Filter

I feel like shade
and silence once were
more than friends
but now pretend
that nothing ever happened.
Those cool moments
in the grass
on the outer rim
of some rundown apartment
complex mixing
with the broken bottle
pollen wind.

Where wanderers watch
stocks tick on their phones
so they can cash out
at the right time
and make it back
before the doors close,
and the night is cold.

Those two shadowy
outlines we can only see
at distances linger longer
in the fading art deco doorway
that boards off entry to
the skyscraper.
We ignore each other most nights
eating different things
at different times,
with T.V.s turned to different
kinds of programs.

Though, when it’s all turned off
we only think about the other,
and what they could be up to
in this microscopic city
where the streets open
like arteries in the pouring rain,
and there’s nothing left to change.