27 June 2021

by Riles

i haven't written in what feels like ages,

and i can't quite say why.

something just seems to have left me.

just unable to place what it is, though i try.

i think over the last thing i wrote,

and possible reasons for my departure—

though still, even when it seems so obvious,

i have no idea. no notion. no marker.

i think i have dreamt of the reason;

something about a smile, a heart, some eyes;

touching hands, perhaps dancing? but i forget.

filed under the lost history of the mind.

so fleeting, so pervasive, this memory.

like catching a fly with chopsticks.

or a comet out the corner of the eye.

so easy to miss, so easy to be transfixed.