After I Leave

“Of course. That’s what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.” ― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

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I have no game not committed to any way

Change my colors blend and go

Disappear in front of your eyes.

Blowing in the wind since I was born

Not wanted anywhere where I am

Wanted everywhere after I leave.

Flashing colors, calling my mate

In a blink I’m gone, left with the wind.

Laughed at, but changed quick

What they laughed at yesterday

Is what they desire today.

Constantly evolving, never staying in a rut

Never know what I’m going through

Have no plans, that I cant undo

and that in a hurry.

Not wanted anywhere where I am

Wanted everywhere after I leave

Also published in Broowaha
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Traces – Trails left behind

“Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path 
and leave a trail”Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hungry dirt records my passage
Fading trails showing, 
I was here
Homes I left in a hurry
Leaves dropped
when I scurried
Nature’s bones scattered around
Seeds haplessly planted
Bring unexpected life
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