Published Poetry 2

Okay....blog messup...here's the second one....

Remains of the past.

I am but a passer-by; not living, just surviving.
My days are indifferent; nights cold, bleak and lonely.
I do not experience, I only reminisce
Of:
Yellowed edges of old airmail envelopes and their dusty smell,
A dead moth once used as a bookmark-
A leftover from my wiser, brighter days-
Broken bangles and their clinking sounds.
A memoir of the days gone-by.
I reminisce:
Of deja-vu and Falling Stars;
Of Patchwork Quilts and Old Songs;
One life-- revolving around Time. And over Space.
Swollen wounds and wounded Souls.
Joyous bliss and blissful Joys.
Somewhere the scene has changed unknowingly, unpleasantly
From color to B&W.
From a cherishable Past to a relinquished Present.
Desperately looking for a Future that I can call my Own.
(My) Sighs melt into the coldness in the Air.
Miscalculations of a starry-eyed believer.
Wrong answers to Addition & Subtractions.
Incorrect ratios of Probabilities.
A Life (Some Life!)—
An incomplete work of art; a ship lost in a sea of hopelessness--
Longing to be Complete.
To find One.
To become One.
--------------------------(Tracy)

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