....

how words between us have dwindled with the days
the present - these past some days - has the mind-fog that belongs to far memories

what it means....
when today feels like a memory

tomorrow will stretch some more silence

no-look man

this man at the bakery...
i stood next to him for all of some five minutes
my order was a long noise full of indecision
this man was right next to me, I was in reach of his shirt-pocket wrinkle details
he had a no-look on his face, he just stood there...his back to the street, snack in his hand, he in full view of the bakery-insides
this strange, still man with a no-look on his face, not a vacant look - not a look devoid of,...but just at point.0
i was right next to him - he was not aware of me
stand right next to someone and be powerless to be present
strange comfortingly awesome

strange things
touch me in strange ways, this man did...i felt my absence standing next to him

he wasn't looking at anything inside the bakery....just some very boring scenery many streets beyond the walls of the bakery, it did nothing to him, whatever he was looking at did nothing to him
and he didn't want to do a thing about whatever he was looking at

i wonder...
about the size and nature of his consciousness
he also not once looked at what he was eating