A Dot On The Map

Distant apparitions make a mockery of a love gone wrong.

Incessantly replaying the final moment on repeat like a favorite song.

Sinister thoughts placed upon both shoulders gently yelling in my ear.

Tracing, mapping the roads in our journey, forks turned into dead ends year after year.

Redacting mistakes and choices to craft a more desirable narrative.

Anchoring text to form a solid premise for a future not as pensive.

Catching spent dandelions to plant seeds of what I need to see.

Tactfully plucking petals of peonies to land on a “He loves me.”

Incessantly imagining a today brimming with intense love, truth, and meaning.

Open to limitless possibilities like stars in flight and swimming,

Never to be captured in a net of lies and scheming.

Written for Vocal's Dancing with Distraction Challenge. The prompt: write an acrostic using the word distraction.

Because I am influenced by so much. Here's a wink and a nod...