Undecided

never slipped into her life so fast

that she would be forced not to think about the ghosts of your past

time flies by and it seems too tied up

one wish and motion steered them to tear apart things they believed would unveil the what ifs.

contemplations when previous submission to heartaches softened the skin

and christened the lips

but the ability to stay away from the sweet scent of insanity

boils beneath faces that masks uncover

not knowing what the next

attempt would discover.

snap her fingers and click her heels 3 times

wondering if the last will bring her home,

seemingly gone in outer space for so long,

intergalactic superstition

flying from each corner of

the mind taking up space and time.

she remembers faintly the whisper of a promise well made

the interest of another was always forbade.

but for some reason, it's you.

the one from way back then

the "lover and friend"

who happened to hold her

heart with or without fame.