February 23, 2016

• PERHAPS

   

  Perhaps you are thinking of me. Perhaps you are humming the tune we loved so much. Perhaps the wind is whispering to you that you should let your hair down, and make the sunshine disappear behind the darkness of your hair.

  A million ways of wondering, perhaps this, and perhaps that, and each time I look down and tell myself, “she was a mirage!”

  We don’t get to choose our journeys,
  sometimes we think we do
  sometimes perhaps we do chose
  to travel on roads that are not clearly marked
  and we trudge on them, without maps
  that are useless in the outskirts of dwellings
  where humanity and life disappears through
  time and chance, and we stand at the
  end of the circle, looking everywhere
  looking and listening, to some forgotten tune,
  some elusive thoughts, carried on the wind,
  wondering--
  perhaps she really was a mirage!

   

  ZSA_MD February, 2016.

   

   

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