Eidolon

wherever i go lately it seems it’s too late

the wine has been open too long

the food cooled and picked over

flies no longer waived away

age is a death sentence for friendship

work is a wailing wall

sleep is dreams of weeping

when my wife and children are in bed

i walk outside and stare back at 

the cold eye of the moon

my shadow walks with me in silence

my breath a phantom in the wind

like a child 

hands over my eyes

i have become invisible

i can’t put them down