Memory lane
Innocuous enough for some.
“Beware,” my self bewitchingly warns my self,
“It could be treacherous for you.”
Warning unheeded
The otherwise sunny afternoon
Fritters away in a sad-days haze.
Like the mother’s admonition
For abstemious consumption
Ignored,
Too much candy
Roils in a
Futile search for digestive satisfaction.
Though sad, all that tragic
Lonely misery – deserved and otherwise –
And for all appearances,
Over.
Still trying to find its new place
And awkward
The new form’s just another
Inconvenient relative
In need of its own space.
And so, I settle in
To the unsettledness
Of memory.
In hope
That badly travelled off-roads
May converge to build
A new way:
Worth traveling well
Often and even again
Bravely anticipating that
Redemption’s song will
Sweeten further steps
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