Sometimes I get a little eager like when the kids are outside playing and I feel the urge to sing loud and dance.
The words flow off my tongue like Britney Spears, and in that moment I feel the flow of glistening blonde tresses dancing around my cheek.
Pretending as they walk in with their, “What’s for dinner mom?” that nothing insane had compelled me, spatula microphone still in hand tossing fried potatoes.
Then I say, “I’m sorry,” kind of silent under breath still resonating the last chorus of Opp’s I did again.
Once in a while I get lost in a daydream. One of those fantastical moments where mesmerizing and sunset meet for the first time embracing one another like forlorn lovers lost at sea.
The sea luring and vast, calming and eternal. The sea, sometimes calls me.
When I was young the future was a sea and each day a sunset mesmerizing me with possibility.
Sometimes I wonder where possibility has gone. I never permitted it to leave.
The empty playground haunts the reality of age as I walk past.
Were were friends once time, possibility, and I.
Sometimes I wish for those things I forgot to wish for when I took forever for granted.
Sometimes I cry.