original prose – Page 10 – Back to the Monastery

holding on to Summer
till each languid day is through
reminds me of days long ago
holding on to you

hope was in the air

some may pass
the time away
while others work
on a Summers day

things that remind me of you

cause a smile
to crease my face,
a glow
to caress my heart.

your magic still works.

love knows not distance
nor the constraints of time

or the boundaries
of
reality

u lived above
the fire escape

u insisted

u scoped the entire building out

u walked around it
twenty six times

climbed that fence
and got your coat caught
and hung there yelling

i laughed till i cried
then cut u loose

“u see! ” u yelled
“that is y i need
my escape plan”

i remember thinking.
though I never knew why,
it just happened.

synapses fire
0f their own accord
forming questionable
connections.

creating an alternate
world that does not
seem too inviting.

but
as fast as I can blink
my mind begins to think.

sentience,

weird.

not quite sure
when I got lost
but
I’ve no doubt
that I never had
a clearly defined
idea
as to where
I was supposed
to be going
no voice
that said “turn right”
no voice
that said “stay still”
no voice
that said “hold tight”
no voice
that said “I will”
and ever meant it