A dream ricocheting along the subconscious
A recurring eventuality in the past
An unfulfilled expectation
A built up lacking conclusion
An entangled memory of confused sentimentality
A missing resolution
A pervasive vexation

A silent pursuer
An eerie escape
A nightmare.

May be I should go back a little, take a few steps back
May be it was better yesterday, yes yesterday it was
I may have crossed a line again, invisible they always are
I may have flipped the pages too quickly, in eagerness or urgency
I may have read the signs wrong, signs they were to me

Where am I now,.. is now known to me?
How had we said it,.. did we intend it to be?
What will become of this,.. would this be eternity?

In you
Serenity

With you
Serendipity

For you
Eternity.

Holding the pen at two in the morning
Thoughts convolute at the fag end of the mind
Dots refuse to join
Fingers quiver in weary exhaustion
Eyes wander in desperate amazement
Blank sheets
Redundant poetry

And the same realization
Given it all
Too early
Already.