Phantoms and Questing

Questing

I am on a

quest

for the perfect

mind boggling

shivers up your spine

heart pumping

legs shaking

feels like electricity

Kiss

I’ve been told about it

often,

in books and

plays and

shows and

movies and something

that could have been a dream

yet I still

Believe

~~~

Phantoms

You are not who I’d thought you’d be

Words I never thought I’d say,

or

say

again

Yet I see phantoms:

sitting on picnic benches

defying normality

one’s sitting on the table

talking to the other

who is looking down,

so much weight on those big shoulders

and then the wind picks up

dirt swirls

light changes as it

streams through the leaves

and

the

ghosts

are

gone

back

to haunting your memories:

where the action is stuck on repeat

the reaction is a constant flicker on the screen

and tears are a regular threat to the unsteady balance

who I’d thought you’d be

who I’d thought you’d be

who I’d thought you’d be

the inner monologue is skipping

a scratch on the record

and no way to fix it

is this what I’m doomed for

the unexpected?

ones that never fit the plan

idea

dream

the ones so likely to crush your heart

the ones who you are scared of hurting

and yet not caring what happens?

You are not who I’d thought you’d be…