Trenchcoat futility

Today I put on my trench coat
full of desires of a different day
I tuck my magnifying glass into my pocket
and I am a bloodhound,
hunting the air
for your scent
of poetry, vinyl and paint
And hints of smoke and mirrors.

I pad softly behind you,
full of delusions and confusions
I’m pretending you have left me clues
 on purpose,
I investigate
Spreadsheets, maps, sign-posts,
dictionaries and music stores.
I tally up equations with my spell check
And look up close
with my magnifying glass

I hear an echo of a song
Full of excitement,
I tell myself it’s you
And I am a greyhound
I run after you,
feeling the wind rush past my ears
and the tears fall in my doe eyes
Even with my streamlined grace
you still outrun me
Finally, I realise
You do not want to be found

I am chasing my own tale
narrated in my own voice

I take off my trench coat

I write from the corner of the world and from the corners of my mind.
I’m Rachel, it was in my mind and now it’s out.
Blog: https://inmindandout.home.blog/

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2 thoughts on “Trenchcoat futility

  1. Hard to realize sometimes how hard it is to not put our own thoughts into the minds of others…

  2. Love the trench coat, it really creates the image of a stalker.

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