Old pieces stored in forgotten squares,
Oh, how quickly
Unspoken words of a forgotten kid
Slipped away
And it was only weeks of not touching it,
Of not visiting unfinished business
On her sleeves
Thinking, where did all of them go?
Where did they go?
Weeks turned to months
It's that time of the year
A dark cold month, but the warmth did not leave.
New pieces stored in shiny all-light fair
Oh, how slowly
Empty words of a lost kid
Hid away
It was only years of wondering,
Of spending most of the time
On his knees
Realizing, how toxic energy leads to anything
But to her and her warm embrace...
Years, months, days
There he is, now traveling backward
With the old pieces kept in place.
..
Old and new pieces staring back at me
She and He on the screen
Oh, how different yet intersecting their lives and thoughts could be!
Stuck in the head of a forgotten me.
YOU ARE READING
Where My Head Lies
PoetryHere lies a midnight wanderer Finding her light Safe may she return back to her favorite spot near the window.
