When did my story end?
It is now an unravelled rope,
its frayed strands
at the mercy of the wind.
It happens, on occasion,
I catch a thread
and follow it.
Sometimes it surprises me -
an adventure I hadn’t thought of,
a memory steeped in passion,
colors and fragrance.
A few lines, perhaps,
I might use some day.
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