Lingering around the corner of a far away thought
faded yet bright in places
like the aroma of fresh coffee or a freshly baked cookie
like a clear picture on a crumpled piece of paper
discarded distanced yet all too dear
some people,some places, some experiences
refuse to pack up and leave your heart
even as they vacate your life.
If I knew how to pull down the shutter
on the moving images of love and longing
I would, she said to herself
but then what is life without love and longing?
so with a smile and song
the background lilts but the action continues…
PS: The past reckons,as the future beckons…