Maybe for months
Or maybe for never or just ones
I will Remember your laughing free
at the wind, not me.
Maybe for months of living
Or maybe forever, I will see.
I will remember your smiling
at the mirror, not me.
Maybe at night or at sunlight
You will call me for an answer at the sea,
But Things go on the same in twilight
Day after day for you, not me.
Maybe Ongoing or ingoing ways
In the streams of life: yours and my
changing allusion of endless days.
And I will Wave you passing by.
Maybe for your birthday
JulyAugustSeptember day
I will buy pincushion, I will try.
Or perhaps Could squeeze a line of poetry.
Maybe as Pyramids stood
Age after age, you will call for the new moon
Maybe You will kiss me at the bar or in the car.
Maybe I will wear the black glasses to be understood.
Maybe I will, Maybe you will.
December 28 2014
( Molly & Bloom, Ulysses)
Molly
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