Running down the pier, there you are

Sitting on a bench reading a book upside down

Gazing into nothingness you stare

That’s you, everywhere

But it’s not you

I see you as an old man with a cane

I see you aged with a slight hunch

I see you tired from the morning walk

But it’s not you

You are gone

Yet you are everywhere

Still in my dreams

Still in my imagination

Still in my line of sight

I see your past and your future

For there is no present

It’s haunting and daunting

But then I see his eyes

And, you are present