​I am lost
in a maze of
Unsure which
are my own.
by a glimpse
from the corner
of my eye,
an aroma
I can’t identify;
by nearby conversation,
the turn of
a phrase,
I am transported
to yesterdays;
to walks and talks,
to me and you.
The simple things
we used to do.
As palpable to me
as the here,
as the now.
I want to remain,
but don’t know how.
Be it dream,
or nightmare,
my only wish,
to sleep.
Sunrise breaks
through the window,
and with each,
and every awakening
I weep,
oh how I weep.
M. Zane McClellan
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