Zen Bojczuk - Weekends

weekends... I once enjoyed.
Still sleep late, but wake before
there is any reason to get up.
I lay there and think.....
think of memories of what was
and the unspoken promises of
what could have been... of what
should have been.... wonder if
it will ever be. Peace and serenity
I can not find...
only the memory of her.


* another rough draft of a poem attempted many years ago.

Zen Bojczuk

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