My face is here
My smile is here
My heart is here
But my mind is meandering
Slowly through my memories
I try to focus on your words
I care so deeply
But my mind is flitting
From to-do list to to-do list
I watch your face
Your words
I see your expressions change
My mind races
What does each small detail mean
Where is your mind now
I want to be here
I am here
I want to engage
But my mind will not submit
Never resting
Never stopping for air
In a few minutes this will be but a memory
For my mind to dance with
While the rest of me is present elsewhere
Never catching up
I cherish our time
But only in memories
About the Creator
J B
Stay
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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