For Mr. B.Man (scribbled down & not revised, 12 September, 2011

Your shell whooshed past, as I wandered in the store ToDay;

I couldn't help but wonder where you'd gone.

I recognized your weary face,

the body you used to animate,

Only - I don't think you were in there - were you, Mr. B.Man?

You never really liked me much, did you, Mr. B.Man;

how could you truly love someone who may have helped your empire's fall...

but I noticed many years ago -

You don't appear, your eyes are dead;

seems to me, you don't like anyone at all...

When was the last time your Spirit danced

 in that empty, grizzled, middling hall of yours?

I wish you'd like Mr. B.Man more;

I'd feel Joy to see you love yourself

Sad: you won't allow your Soul to shine;

You must be caverned, deep in hide?

I've never seen a living body,

A Mind, a Heart, a Voice,

A Soul so far away;
where've you disappeared to?

We've never met, not even in Moon's clear golden Day;

sorry -  you've traveled so faraway -

You think we'd never have been friends anyway...don't you...

...sorry, Mr. B.Man...


© CherylFaith Taylor