cloud songs
We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
what happened
Posted on November 12, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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Where are you now?
I ask only because
I do not understand what happened.
I never have.
Was it I that could not
see the possibilities, or
the realities we were facing? Were they
ever there?
What I knew then is
now what it was.
Perhaps I am better off not knowing
where you are. Now.
11/12/2024 j.g.l.
