Of Sorts

how much of me
is in you,
I wonder...
how much was I
able to
influence you,
I wonder...


my muses are seen
ever so easily,
but, you are
faint and distorted,
and could
easily disappear
if...


I were to blow
on you;
and,
there is always
a last time
that points
in the direction
in which
we say goodbye,
but,
this too
I wonder...

14Aug14