Sunday, January 12, 2020

12,461. ONCE I MET

ONCE I MET
Was I dreaming? Or just in my head?
There were lines on the staircase,
but all leading to nothing. An old
French tune played aimlessly in
the wind. If it was the end of my
time, was I back home again?
Here? In another clime? To
meet another end?

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