Future Back

 

I miss the girl

(I used)

to be

before I saw the boy

(I used)

to love

a guy I thought I missed,

and misguided thoughts I had

–preceding epically misguided action–

banished me to adulthood forever.

 

Where magic is tragically misspelled

& signs are just directions on roads

& soulmates are orthopedic inserts

 

Where “always” is subjective,

& love is one-dimensional

& butterflies are only exhibits

 

Hope sinking there

–as sun does–

Stars dimming, yon

–as lessons illuminate–

Perpetual Winter setting in

–as climate shifts–

 

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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