Poem 6

Reincarnated Memories

I’m watching myself spin.

It’s me but not me.

I’m an unexpected guest

In my home,





The layers of a white,

Victorian gown

Balloon beneath me

In a free step.


Quick fragments

Of memories that were

Once mine;

I once lived.


Tall man.

Dark hair.

Hand entwined with mine.

We waltz.

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