A day gone by

A day of downs and ups and

slopes and hopes and wrongs

and tiny rights, and

people leaving and

people returning and

memories refurbishing

the mind’s 

cape of our dashing, superly,

more heroic selves.


And forests of closure do

appear on horizon

where off is no longer

the button to press.

And inside I weep 

a bit, oh yes I do; though

weeping I no longer

in-

[dul-

l]ge. 

But inside I may even

so: inside today.

Inside I weep out of joy.

Leave a reply:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s