Sep 13, 2020

Revolving Door Syndrome (RDS)

The stories that my mind weaves 
For me to hold on to memories of you
Are finely spun silken strands of time
Crisscrossing through the ups and the downs
Of our tumultuous universe.

Here I find a wormhole and claw back to where we first met
and there the gravity from a distant star
Bounces me off the make believe ride
And I lose you again

It is not unlike a revolving door
That opens
And closes
Into a room
full of you.

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