Me, Myself Or I

I’ll be running, So as not to meet myself again… I’ll cross the street To get on the other side And hide between the trees if necessary, Just so I won’t see me… I’ll undress my shadow, My footsteps, I’ll scrape them over The wet grass, My breath, I’ll feed it to the birds… Nothing will be left of me And then I’ll slowly cross over, On the street where I’ll be lost… I’ll hide in the crowd With unfamiliar faces, And look around hopelessly for me. And if I’d ever meet me, myself or I I’ll be ashamed… For my words will grow cold…. I’ll pass on the other side of my existence… To avoid this me that I’ve become… © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila