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.
No more deadlines in the eternal.

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 one 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 that portal.
I guess this is the new normal.

1 comment:

  1. Corrected on 7/14/20 because I screwed up the first quintet!