Posted in Thought process

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, I didn’t know if you saw me.

I’m standing right here, yet it’s as if you see right through me

To others who are talking, laughing, friends.

I’m not cool, in vogue, speak da street;

But I’m part of it all, part of existence, part of life.

Yeah, I’m fully aware that I’m not that important anymore-

Kinda figured that one out.

“Hey, do you remember when….”

Oh, sorry, I thought you were looking my way…

So, I go through the memories myself,

Reminiscing over videos and photos,

Over messages, over tweets.

Like the time…

Or what about…

Hey. I have to face the fact that I don’t interest you anymore;

I know you don’t mean it in a malicious or ungrateful way;

I think you’ve just put it all away,

Tightly wrapped, not taken much notice of, left , shoved in the corner.

Maybe, years from now, you’ll unpack it all

And see the fun, the silly faces, letting it trigger off

The wistfulness that comes with time,

That comes from a realisation that you let it go,

Maybe not intentionally, but you did,

Just keeping the bits that seemed more vital to the here and now.

And in that moment, you’ll remember,

Slowly undoing the packages, sneaking a peek.

Maybe then you’ll remember who I am.

Until then, I’ll have to watch, unsure of who I am

And where I stand.

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There's always stuff in life we're not sure of. I'm thankful , and eternally grateful, to have a love for God. Yes, I've put my life, my family, my everyday existence, into God's more than capable hands. Some would say I'm mad, some would pooh pooh the idea... As General Melchett once remarked in Blackadder Goes Forth.."You know, if there's one thing I've learnt from being in the Army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh. I knew a Major, who got pooh-poohed, made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh. He pooh-poohed it! Fatal error! 'Cos it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs. In the end, we had to disband the regiment. Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!" So, have a read, have a think. I don't have all the answers, but I know a man who has ;-)

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