My life is different now
no longer the,
lost inside a
rather surreal landscape.
I wonder
what is now
the shy
when a world becomes a galaxy.
There might be
a different tone
a sorted out, suggestive
figured out my balance, nod.
Yet in the quiet
a forest green
such a memory
no longer found.
When will there one day
a moment
when found, not lost
a sojourn known.
I spoke of you
so many nigh
would she
well imagine orherwise
there, was, is now, some
indifference
for I am right
and you quite obviously
changed.
©️ Scott F
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