Friday, February 11, 2011

Hop- Scotch

My mind plays little games
Amidst friends over dinner
In a crowded pub brimming with laughter
Over long walks in the snow by myself


It's trapped in blurry lines
Of the future and the past
Of memories threatening to fade out
Faster than the only picture of yours that I have


Tonight I said no
To another and to myself
Happy going solo
Happy to be with myself


And yet my mind skipped thousands of miles
To the second day at your house
I noticed the little blue book of Jeet's collected poems
And smiled to myself that afternoon all along


In its own little way
Undistracted by my departure at hand
And what you felt for me
We were perfect


Over long walks in the snow by myself
Fleeting emotions now and then
Your smile and our conversations through the sleepless city
My mind plays little games