scribblesofmasha

[scribblesofmasha]

Shifting Seasons Of Thought

And as July melted into September you thought of me a little less,

Yet I thought that meeting you was an absolute success.

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Echoes Of my Own Existence

Sometimes I stop and wonder

What is the essence of life to ponder?

I don't exist in isolation,

But as a part of others' perception, perhaps realization.

I’m in their echos before midnight clocks,

Maybe all they want out of me is a corpse.

My absence is a weight upon their soul,

My memory is a ghost that haunts them whole.

Existing in both past and future,

Embedded in their present culture.

What thoughts do they have of me, I wonder?

At least I'm not just a mere responder.