Tempora
Timesick, like nostalgia unknown
As if I knew you once
Or was there when this
Tune was written
Is that part of me
From somewhere else?
Something gone from
Memory that I once knew
Or is it left in this place
Stuck here with time’s equivalent
Of past, duct tape, or glue
Left to be experienced again
And again, each time like new
I feel timesick as I
Look into your eyes
Forever now a shade of
Sepia, alive as I am now
In another place
Maybe we are separated
By a veil, or
We all share some sort
Of memory
My experience yours
And yours mine,
YOU ARE READING
superstition
Poetry"Is this what it is like to be a ghost? Have I found out so soon?..."
