trading loose ends
for paper trails
affairs for marriage
free-spirited opulence
for fairytales
whimsical folly
for wedding bells

I hear footsteps
down the hall
of how I remember
peace

bartering peace of mind
for a piece of hers
putting together such a life
from just pleasing words
denying a teasing urge
or defying a fleeing bird
by way of still

I can still hear
still remember well
almost see the difference,
still can
tell

surrendering unknowns
knowingly
for habits, routines,
and clarity
selfish ways
for sharing things
or remain by myself

I keep on hearing
the background noise
despite the beautiful random
of consistents’ poise
by choice…

as with, everything.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet