Ingenious wishes.
I told myself
I’d never love again.
A fool’s wish,
to deprive oneself
of substantial affection.
I could never turn back.
If I thought of tomorrow,
it would be too soon.
When you think of me,
be brave,
and your tears will leave.
Incognito.
I am stealthy.
I am sly.
You will seem to think
that I was never here.
The genie returns to the lamp.
Comments
What joy in store for the genie. When returning to the mortality of man. :))
Interesting! I hadn’t thought of it that way! I enjoy it when people help me to look at my writings in new light. I like seeing my poems the way others see them! :)
– Abida