POETRY BOOK THREE: Your Writing Hand

You’re not the way I remember you to be,
Frolic around and happily;
You’ve been climbing the winding staircase,
Put on your makeup, powdered your face,
Changed from the person I’d left behind,
To the person who’s leaving me;
I’ve come to find
And now I see
The future isn’t the past in reverse,
No change for the better, no change for the worse,
No ‘X’ marks the spot where I’m to find you,
And I’m on my own again, too.

|| My Poetry ||