WISHFUL

Those memories

Those shared moments

All those little rituals

That once were mirrored quirks

Peeling off

Like old paint

From long forgotten, moldy walls…

Sometimes, memories hurt.

The what ifs,

The if onlys

What a desolate place to be

Futile attempts

At snatching bits of reveries

From closefisted time

Need is a barren eternity.

Images

Rushing across blank screens

Tarnished by the hands

Of salty streams

Yet I hope

For stolen breaths, to live

Just for a while, if not more

Every longing

Wrapped in racing heartbeats

Coming alive….

Just one more chance to dream!

MS