The dog that chases her tail
Never to find a little fluffy growth
Stephen Hawkins who will predict aliens
In far-away planets, never to see life
In the strangest of galaxies
The shy girl, the virgin with glasses
Who can never can really melt
The stitching of a lonely heart
The potential that you can feel beneth the skin
The anger that can never be lulled
The man on the bathroom mirror
That can never outgrow his reflection
The bud that never becomes a flower
The bridesmaid who dreams of a lacy white dress
And the white dress that dreams
Of a corset filled body
The heart that excavates history
To dream of the one that never was
Going through an old shoe box
The many ifs that get buried
In if-nots and vise-versa
Love that breaks open her cocoon
To flutter lusty wings
Time that outlives dreams
The mileposts that never see milestones
The prince with the glass slipper
Who never finds Cinderella
The never-ending stories of hope
And the quicksands of rejection
The perfect circle that epitomizes life
In the circumnavigations of time
The lotteries that were never bought
And the treasures that are never found
The ampersand and hyphens
In cupid’s arrowheads
The “if only” that stares back
And the” if nots”, that cryopreserve
The many possibilities vulnerable to chance
And the jigsaw puzzles that are never filled
The glass ceilings that limit us
And the white flags that annul us
The many colors of the unknown
That paint beautiful horizons near by
The skipping ropes that fall like nooses
And the marbles lost down skull orifices
The missing coordinates of your life story
Meeting your aura every lapsed second
And a history that gets appended
Giving birth to constellations
In the vastest galaxy known to man.
– His own memory.
