The Other Day

I walked the halls

Watching people stroll by in their routines

I looked for moments

Of clarity

Because that’s what we do

Sixteen and curious

More nervous

More anxious

Feeling weird about that

Last interaction.

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And yet, the way I walked past you

Made no difference in your world

As time stood still and your steps

Created distance

My world stays here with me

While you’re down the stairs

Around the corner and gone

Moving towards your moment

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Yet tomorrow the same dance

I’ll watch you walk closely

Near me, I can almost sense you

Eyes closed your perfume

As natural as the sky’s rain

Becomes my beacon and I wonder

If today will be different

Wishing we might realize

That together

Our world’s are not that

Vital to anyone else’s
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I awoke this morning

And watched their final moments

With weeping eyes

Their worlds now alive

Yet tears remain

For me somewhere in-between

The dawn and moonrise

I became a memory

Just as they will recall

A day when life

Really can and does

Remain the same.

2 responses to “The Other Day”

  1. I like the line, “I became a memory” Yes that is true, good capture. It is your lot in life, it comes with your chosen profession.

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  2. Thanks Ann, it is a quandary I don’t mind having. 🙂

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