I am going to write about

you today,

you wonder

’Is it me?’

In the mind of the reader

is it possible

to not know the pen

yet feel trauma in

the words.

 

I am going to write about

a feeling

we all might have

yet sometimes

well

more often,

maybe less for you,

depends upon our

own silent

interpretation.

 

I am going to write about

grief

and yes

this will be about you

because

that one day

when no one else seemed

to care

everyone did even perhaps

more than

we desire.

 

I am going to write about fantasy

we all have them

know

the moment, the place, the why,

quite easily the who

what, when, where

’how did I ever … ?’

get here.

 

I am going to write about …

well this one

this moment

a time we know,

well knew,

we know,

well wish we could

know.

I am going to, I will

one day

I will

again

I will write about

love

I will

write about you.

 

I am going to write about …

 

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~ finding my way, a personal journey ~