Thought?
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me with a string of words that had meaning and intent but,
stopped midsentence as though the phone or doorbell rang to disrupt my thoughts.
But there was no little distraction, not even an itch to scratch on the end of my nose.
Merely a blank space not even asking to be filled ~
filled with words to connect and span across fuzzy grey space
but left me with questions -
Thought? Where did you go and why?
“Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes;
the most beautiful prizes slip through it.”
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