Your doppelganger passes me on the street,
And I start to think
Is this really you because of all time unraveled inside of me.
If you asked me now
The answers would change.
The wants of youth long faded
Passed yet another stranger on its existential release.
Did the former part of me that you loved
Slink away around the corner
Or fade from time like that old,
Grade school rhyme that you grasp at sometimes
OR was it just an automatic erased memory
Replaced with more pertinent analogies.
Who knew just forgetting to think
Forgetting to remember,
Showed more about human nature
Than about why the rain drops
Fall so graciously down from the trees.
Distance, am I a person standing on the hill out of range
Or was I more like a fading light
With a round switch to use as you like as it turns to dark outside.
Did I turn over that part of me?
Like at the toll booth’s window to pass on to some other street.
Sad, as I realize the art I once held in high regard
Was a passenger on the way to in activity.
Doomed to rest on the docks,
In a closed metal crate
No one will ever see.
If we had it to do all over again,
Would we even meet?
Words-m(e.) Photo- Amipal