retrospect –
like chapters of a book –
already read –
scattered throughout,
blank pages…
no words,
no pictures,
no thoughts collecting –
memories.
where is it –
i have been?
what did i do,
or say –
who touched my life?
i find the time –
before you came –
unnecessary –
incomplete –
seemingly – non-existent,
as air you neither see –
nor feel.
as sound,
when non one’s listening!
standing too close to the edge 