Friday, 31 August 2018

Where Is My Place
I creased the page
to mark my place,
but when I returned
the fold had disappeared
and I was unsure,
if I had found it.
I scratched my head and pondered,
was it really my place,
the place
I’d once inhabited in times past.
It didn’t seem quite right.
Perhaps I’d moved on too quickly,
turned over two pages instead of one.
Perhaps I should go back,
retrace my steps
where I should be.
where I should look.
where I should look to find
my place.

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