Thursday, June 27, 2013

Smeared


You brushed me by
and I am forever smeared
with the ink
of you
and so
I chase you
Swifter than paper planes
As present as the wind


A friend of mine prompted me to watch this video and I couldn't get my mind off it. Love must be pursued with a passion that defies nature. This video inpired this short poem. 

Coincidentally, I am in the process of deciding between pursuing love or letting a 'sprout' die without knowing if it grows to be the love I have been waiting for. Yesterday, I watched a person walk away. Or maybe it was I who did the walking.