Au Revoir
Au Revoir
Sometimes,
We do have a choice -
How we want to see things.
Sometimes,
We don't.
And in between things get ruffled up
Bearing marks of fleeting happiness
And overarching sense of guilt.
Maybe it was better that way
We used to be -
Untreated of desire
Derelict of touch - human touch.
But we can't know fate
Neither can we control it.
Otherwise - I wouldn’t be
Writing my notes and burning
A Byronic hero into DUST.