Monday, January 13, 2025

Adrift April 18, 2014

  

I don't count the days

 I just watched them pass

 finding meaning in each

 as they go by

reminded of this or that

from that time or another

from before it all went bad

 when I still believe something

 might get salvaged

 going to last nothing has

I get to witness the changes

enduring them early on

 later becoming numb

 as whatever has transpired

no longer rests on my shoulders

a speck in her eyes

 as her gaze moves beyond

 this small narrative

to some greater epic

 in which I play no role

we no longer stroll the same hallways

 even if we still reside nearby

her world like a ship adrift

while I still feel tied up to the dock

 she once sailed from

 and all I do is watch from a distance

 to wonder if she will find a new port

 or will she perpetually wander

 touching this place or that

yet never long enough to drop anchor


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