POTRAIT IN PASSING

I keep waiting for that fabled pause

The quiet corner where I’ll meet myself

Yet I’m a stranger brushing by in a crowd

Just an echo left unclaimed

They say to find yourself is simple

Like opening your eyes to morning light

But here I’m a blur, a fading song

The shadow cast by someone else’s sun.

I hold all the night fragments

A laugh here, a memory there

The name I sign in practiced ink

But none of it fits, none of it stays

Life spills forward like a runaway train

And I sit in the passenger seat

Pretending I know the destination

Knowing I can’t even find the map

They say the journey shapes you whole

But I’m scattered across miles of empty roads

A constellation lost in daylight

A voice caught in the wind’s careless arms

Perhaps someday I’ll meet myself

Twos ships colliding in this endless blur

But for now, I’m just a half-finished story

A name carved into water

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