Chasing Now
Maybe I spend too much time there
As if my mere presence could change something
or should change something
I linger
uninvited
Running my fingers through the hair of every ghost
lying naked next to every lover
grieving inconsolably over each loss
Waiting for the story to magically rewrite itself
My energy spirals into a self-sustaining reverse flow
I just want to know
If I had done things differently
would I have spared myself
the pain
In vain
I linger
uninvited
As the
Now
floats by
©Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn
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