taking

Mar 21, 2008 - 18:15 PM PST

Dancing letters, flickering away.

The way to cope brings this,

Allows a puzzle to form where once answers lied.

Reel back, but don’t resist.

Drawn back by the tentacles of memory or the note of a melody.

Single tones, reverberating back across days and months;

Back to a couch I thought I won’t leave til you return.

Back again to a couch, and you won’t return.

Leave to find myself in a car among the same yellow lines and roadside reflectors.

Memories pursue, but nothing of the present comes along.

Taking to the past as the present is missed.