Short Lived

ive grown tiresome and bored of her usual tendencies,

this rebellious and mischievous

pattern of coming back around.

that is how i know there is no more;

when she flippantly just zooms

right on by and yet it is as if

i just barely noticed a stranger…

funny the way it is,

if you think about it…

time, growing older, wisdom…knowing…

it is not all too often that we wonder

how happy a stranger really is…

but i cant say it hadnt crossed my mind.

odd, i guess.

we are all just passing through.


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