Wendy Meyer Poet Prose Poetry

Familiarity, a Reminiscing

What is it about me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years 
the life has already spent?
Are you merely stopping by 
Passing the time (maybe charmed) 
Then leave later at the frown of sundown
Or at the smile of dawn?
I wonder.

Still, amazed more than bewildered
Finding myself moment for moment
Pondering 
if you are staying,
dreaming 
  that perhaps
   you 
      are 
         meant 
             to 
                stay.

Then, stay.
If you may
I pray.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be hiding,
conspiring;
themselves amusing.

Ah, the grand scheme of things- 
            A forgetting.
A familiar spirit we feel-
            A remembering.

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