Thoughts & Poetry

Smoke and Illusions

I walked by our old house this evening.

The cold wind brushed against my face as I turned to look at it.

For a second I thought I saw you there, standing with a smile and a cigarette on hand.

Funny how that old house have changed owners but remained the same.

Sometimes, I wish they never owned a Starex nor did they put their washing machine where we used to put it before.

Looking at it made me want to come closer, knock and hope you’d answer the door.

But those days are long gone and no more.

Those days will all be just a long forgotten memory of how you and I used to be.

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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