A suzerain to myself
I’m goaling to be ground zero
Start with hello and
Beginning to look now
Past the curls into the eyes
Try not to remember
Any hurt from the lives
Before I have led
It’s like I’m living multiple
Past lives in one lifetime
My suitcase lost its handle
No longer hindered
By the weight of all the things
I have been carrying
I dropped it all, left it
At the station and then
Went shopping to start over
With new things new people
A different wink and stop to
Think for awhile about the
Coffee with a stranger
At the table in the corner
Middle day and the next
Morning could be seen
Amidst the eyes of another person
Looking through the same entrance
With new affections
© GÄ
Poétique 