waiting for the midnight train
you reach out and touch things that don’t exist
it’s something you always did
and something you’ll always continue to do
I speak of things in past tense because
living in the moment is just too much
except when it is absolutely idyllic
sometimes you step backwards
just to see if it can be done
and I say to you
there you go again turning back time
I’ve grown old too many times
but it doesn’t bother me anymore
how I can recall your name with a
snap of the finger
even though I’ve never met you
july two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Love this !
thank you very much
Sometimes you just know…
yes, exactly like that
I love this too. It speaks to me in a way I can’t express.
thank you friend – this poem is a personal one….
Perhaps that is what I’m detecting.