Nothing to say
No bridge to cross
No road to take
No stone to toss.

There was a chance
In a fleeting moment
It’s come and gone
No longer potent

A dream was dreamed
For a little while
There was pleasure
There was a smile.

Then it suddenly
Occurred to me
What I thought was two
Might have been three

Or four or more
It’s a possibility.
It tore right though me
A dark malignancy.

Detaching now
Regain my balance
With feet on the ground
I’ll meet the challenge.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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