jude cullup - man outside my window

there he is again
that man
standing at my window
he looks almost
as sad as i
i lend him my hand
to grasp
clenching tight
we lock eyes
like two soldiers
just before
battle
he disappears
and i know he was
the future ghost
of me.

jude cullup

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-outside-my-window/