non compos mentis


Non compos mentis

…and here I sat once long ago, when the cold bit my cheeks and fingers
and I bounced my leg up and down to keep my toes from falling off
and I thought of you to keep from going crazy…

…and then a voice from within whispered in your ear
and there you were in front of me, laughing like you used to do and I smiled too, and I smiled and smiled and stared up at the sky and kept looking until you were gone…

…and the sound of your voice lingered a moment and then
vanished like a UFO…

…or a dark secret



Boston Paul
Taichung, Taiwan


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