CUL-DE-SAC

I talk to myself when I’m home and alone

It sounds like I’m crazy all the stuff that I said, 

It could be I’m mad. I hear songs in my head. 

The walls close in. A framed picture’s askew

I look in the mirror but it’s just the same face

Then I look out a window and my mind slows its pace. 

I remember a creek where I played as a child

I see earth soaked by rain. Flowers planted. Some wild.

Then I think of a friend when we walked in Spring weather.

She likes being alone. But what comes to her mind?

Those she’s lost? Desert heat? Movies she wants to see?

Does she smile when she thinks? Does she think about me?

I try to breathe slow so I think about nothing 

Thoughts breeze through my head and I don’t fasten on them

My mind’s in a place where the world’s on a shelf 

And that’s what I think when I’m all by myself. 

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