in the night

we wait
like shadows of
the past
etched in fragments
along idle street
corners where
strangers pass
hidden lovers
with dark motives
a plume of smoke
rising from their
necks and into
the moonlight
where we swam
so long ago
now lost
and cracked opened
to reveal the present
to expose the drugs
and deceit that have
combed their way
thru our minds
to derange each thought
and make us feel so
not alone