You Got Where You Were Going
by Aimee Wai
You asked me earlier, is this all there is? I don’t know. I want for something deeply too—like it’s something physical. I keep finding myself
walking into rooms. The way you do when you need something from it. But when I arrive, I can’t remember why I’m there or what I needed. So, I turn around
and go back to where I started. Sometimes it helps and other times it doesn’t. Either way, I’m going back and forth and wearing down the carpet. I can’t be sure
what’s distracting me—the lighting in the space or the blankness of my intentions. All I know is I’m leaving empty-handed
or holding things I didn’t come for. I don’t remember what I need, I don’t remember anything. I know
I don’t want to leave the house without it. Please, don’t let me leave the house without it.
★ First published in ONLY POEMS ★
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Even though it may seem that you didn’t write much , it’s really deep. It carried much more and I like it.