trying to leave something behind
inside pockets or drawers or cupboards
there is something waiting for you
you won’t have to look hard or long
behind every corner there is something new
something I left behind just for you
I used to try too hard to get your attention
but now I drift here and there
like a colorful ghost pretending to be a flower
dropping faded petals along the way
by days end I close my eyes and unwind
picturing you as a little girl with a wicker basket
happily gathering my thoughts one after another
january two thousand nineteen
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