Mystery
here at the keys
playing a sad song
maybe it’s September
or maybe it’s just me
a troubled sea
in search of something
beneath the surface
a memory not mine
opened a present,
but it was empty
looked around
then looked away
this year …
think I’ll pass
on the cake
for it feels
a bit
out of place
like a made-up
moment
that was
never real
still don’t
know how
to feel
TL