The Blurr

I look at the blurred man
on a backdrop of a blurred sunset, a mountain
distant lights, also blurred.
naturally I think of you.
It reminds me we never watched a sunset
(not that it matters)
we wouldn’t climb a mountain together,
or sit on a rock to catch our breath or lose it.
these timed out luxuries are not what we’re allowed. 
when we walk, we hurry someplace
when we talk, we tread on tip toes 
careful not to stumble upon pointed words
we time travel back and forth in our narrow past,
bury the pictures of our bodies in our head.
What seems accidental blurring of memory to most
is a preferred method for us,
we who scorn the lacklustre clarity of everyday.