as if I had been there
a thin vapor trail
slipped in through the front door
but nobody was home
if I had been there
I would have noticed something
was quite different
but I was gone on a
journey of a lifetime
the place had not changed
all these years
everything perfectly in place
as if nobody had really
lived there
while my mind wandered
away from worldly ideals
seeking out transcendental gurus
residing on new moons
my spirit remained behind
waiting patiently
to be seen
april two thousand sixteen
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This is a really well crafted poem exploring our desire to both belong and be seen. Fine writing.
Elated you think so, Chris, thank you.
Beautiful piece touching upon the human journey of discovery and return.
Thank you so much, Kate.