758 Still [05 May 2006]

It is there, still,
quiet in the desperation of my thoughts.
I thought that time and ignorance
would erase its presence,
but it lingers,
like the summer’s warmth,
as autumn turns to winter,
like the scent of perfume on skin.
I thought that I could forget it,
this desire to belong to someone.
Amid the thoughts of my future,
it is there, still.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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