#41: Follies.

I think I met you 

In the exact middle of today.

It was a lull in the conversation-

Some inane mundane

Moribund nothing and

There you were and I

Could almost feel the 

Air grow heavier as

It waited with bated

Breath for me to

Say something and I

(blinked and)

Smiled and shook my reverie

Ridden head and apologized

For my absence, for

Having left parts of me in

The exact middle of today and

Some aged afternoons and

A few half-dreamt-of cities ago.

I apologize to what memory 

Clings like cobwebs in the corners

Of regrets and remembrances;

Forgive me this foolish souvenir

I keep waiting to lose.

I hope you don't see me 

In the places I find you in;

In the pauses between days,

And the littlest hour of nights,

Or a tight lipped smile you know 

That always meant goodbye.