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.