The Empty Dotted Line

You never signed up for this,
I know. But neither did I.
The fact you’re a part of this
one and that and who knows
how many more of my fragments
of lives lived and unlived,
loved and unloved, shouldn’t
leave you too surprised.
You lurk in the shadow places
my memory can’t fully illuminate,
the wells once full of possibility
of what could have been love, back
when love actually meant something.
But I stumbled, mumble-mouthed,
in my one chance to connect while
my words carried might, but not
the light for you to find my
dotted line.

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One thought on “The Empty Dotted Line

  1. I can relate, as I’ve lost count of the times now that I’ve said.. ‘I’m sure I didn’t sign up for this’, maybe its the feeling of annoyance you have, when living your life by default, or in reaction to others and not one of your own choosing?

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