revival

wilted and watered
down emotions
toiled and tattered
by overuse

wrung out
by
hurried
harried hands
that can't stop

demanding more

feeling
talking
sharing
connecting

life

moves in erratic
and poetic
patterns of prediction
and choice

and coincidence
trips me up
and slows me
down
to the place
where memories
live and hide out

wading
waiting
weighting

for the next life
when things
will reconnect
reconcile
for this story has
already been
told cold

sold

to the highest
bidder bought
with the
brightest light

melting down
and releasing
a shining glint
of hope for what
she wanted from

whenever that time
was that
she remembers
wanting
something or
someone

perhaps simply
wanting