Nothing much, then
Just some
abstract link
In my mind
With a
passing funfair here
One that
returned recently
How could
you understand
I don’t
expect it
And yes, I
feel rejected
I understand
That
abstract can never compete
With
tangible
Shared
memories
But maybe to
me
It’s
everything
That time –
this time –
Anniversaries,
like a carousel
Of dreams,
that expired
And pass by,
unnoticed
But not by
me
