Same Time, Last Year

photo credit: KaStBa

It's the first day of autumn.

The cool breeze runs through my

caramel-colored skin

While thoughts of unrequited love,

of Oscar,

or faces, phases and places,

of my shooting star,

of my childhood,

of my aspirations,

of Remi and Mai

--run through my mind.

Another sip of my iced coffee

finds its way

into my system.

Running from my salivating mouth

down to my

throat

that dried up from too much running

in performance.

I watch the afternoon sun

run slowly away from sight

as the waters from a man-made lagoon I sit by

run placidly

westwards.

My thumb runs swiftly

through keys of letters

on my Nokia,

in an attempt to record this

wondrous

moment before the inspiration runs

---and leaves my mind idle.

Again.

Go away no more,

O, sweet inspiration!

Stay with me so I may escape

the wicked, uncompromising reality

that never

runs

out of energy

or reason

to haunt me,

no matter how I try

to break away.

No matter how I try to

run away.

..