A Poem For MTL

A Poem For MTL:

She waits for someone (other than me)

... pace once to the edge...
... pace back...
... pace once to the edge...
... pace back...
- now upon yr lips dance the smile hint
- yr eyes glowing, look far down the street; past forgotten corners
- I am held by the gravity of a being physically stranded by her wandering soul; flights of doves. 
  ok, ok
... pace once to the edge...
... pace back...
          etc.