Che Cosa
Look at yourself in the mirror
the fading years
your hair changing to a dull grey
it was not the time nor the season
to try and piece it all together
the memories came like
fragments from some great
archaeological dig,
finding the spaces in between moments
to surface from the depths of your own insights
they leave you in a state of disbelief
wondering where the time goes
what strange visions they make of now
you crawl through the wreckage of your future
like some battered husband waiting for his bride
to finally come to her senses and leave you
but there is no one. so what is in an answer?
Copyright © Jonathan Elliott | Year Posted 2013
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