February 19, 2016

Musing about future regrets

she brushes off the dust
and rises up to greet this day.
her dreams no longer centre around
dark pools in the shades of elms.
she is now a pragmatic soul
whose words, unspoken
have turned to thoughts
that will ferment in the recesses
and someday become regrets.

but for today, she's in that place
somewhere close to lucidity,
and she does not feel that pang
of not being in all the places
she's wanted to be in, together.

No comments:

Post a Comment