Serendi-pity

White lips
in memory of something
I shouldn’t have
but I’m glad I did.

Just a tad too perfect
for a day like today.
Too high for the hours
of this low fantasy.

plateaued in the new year
with room to grow
but nothing to climb on.
Opportunities are hard to find

but not impossible this time.
I can find meaning in anything,
see the bright side
as I drift in the void,

only I remain bereft
of the words which
I couldn’t say myself
but I’m eager to listen.

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