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?
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