this is ...
... my place
the breeze will take my thoughts
blow them around for a while
I catch each one
try to make sense of it
examine, look for answers
if superfluous
toss into the deep,
clear the clutter
from my mind -
some can be stored
in grey cabinets,
in grey corridors
to be retrieved
another time
another day
today I’m alone
... but not lonely
I get home
you’ll be there
you’ll kiss me and smile
you understand me
and
... my place
you are
... my constant thought
Silver trophy winner
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