A THOUGHT

I walk through a puddle,
My mind in a muddle,
As certain thoughts play on my mind.

I pull on a thread,
Things she did and said,
Rush back,
As my memory unwinds.

I write, and then I write again,
And try to clear my head
And wonder if these thoughts and dreams,
Would haunt me till I’m dead.

I look across the crowded room,
And then I look once more,
A smile, a sigh, a wave good bye,
It’s what I’m looking for.

The day wears on
And nigh to be, as life just passes by,
I’ll write again, I hope someday,
Till then, in wait, I lie.