the corner of my eye
a puzzle box
tossed among dusty knick knacks keeping secrets
pictures in frames that time forgot
i dont like old things
he insisted we look around
impatiently waiting to leave
deja vu keeps calling
staring …confused …familiar
my hands find their way
like many times before
quickly push twist pop unlock
my waking life …not how i see the man next to me….how the mind sees things
i see myself …a seizure ..a crash cart…a three month coma..
its been years …decades…these memories could be a novel i read
pain strikes me …wishing to talk…then living in another realm..
three months stolen ..running parallel
where did i go?
old man where did this box come from?
a girl about 17 gave it to me
19 years ago..
.saying it did not belong to her but one day it would.
memories in a coma
the physics of time
trapped in a puzzle
covered in dust
waiting to show me where i was for all those months.
how much…i ask…
nothing darling, it’s yours …dont you remember?