The glimpse of reflection,
stood still.
Ushering a silent hello.
It won't be much of an effort.
To turn and say your speech.
The view debates with contemplation.
But a chance too late,
too easy you let go.
Because you know when you step out of the memorial,
you sway a little bit.
And you crumble.
Because you know you dictate the diktat.
And its you who had done this.
It is crushing for the weak heart to take.
And then you blame it on the booze,
gotcha feeling loose.
Cos' you say its just the swings.
That goes on by the pendulum.
But somehow you know, you really really
really really miss the chapter.
Where you would not have avoided,
Yet you sought.
You would not have waited,
But you searched.
But you can't. Cos you know its a memory.
But again,
You.just.can't.help.it.

Cheers to Giana.