mindlovemiserysmenagerie Tale Weaver #107 prompt by Lorraine
“This week, weave a tale with the threads of lost. “
The days have been folded up
and neatly stacked away. Like
winter clothes, like bath towels,
like socks in a drawer, like old maps.
We take our moments for granted
and wish away our lives. Some day
we’ll do, go, be…
Someday is here
and I can’t shake the feeling of
lost, misplaced, passé, diminished,
a redundancy of motions
reduced by three.
Now, just you and me.
Should be enough.
Much of the time it is, a relief,
a pleasure, like the spring days
before they curled up
withered like autumn.
I know I don’t
have the patience,
to do it all again…
So why do I feel so lost?