Transitions Through Grace

In My Mind

In my mind
my hand is on your face,
as if to say a long good-bye, and leave without a trace.

Although good-bye is something I should say,
my hand lingers there, ready,
yet can’t pull away.

That’s Ok.  In my mind everything is fine.
My hand rests comfortably there (and could for some time).
If I pull it away, then where would I go?  What would I find?
Was it really just all in my mind?

November 24, 2012 Posted by | Poetry | , , , | Leave a comment