Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Ghost Rondeau


I guess this is the new normal,
no contract to make it formal.
The world keeps spinning without me.
In a way, I guess I’m finally free.

Staring at a brightly lit portal,
I’m not ready to be immortal.
Inhale the blossoms of the lilac tree,
I guess this is the new normal.

With a new life I have no quarrel.
Pretty sure the life I led was moral.
I’m just afraid of being lonely.
I wait for you to make this journey.
Holding hands, we’ll step into the portal.
I guess this is the new normal.

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