Those Bright Green Auroras

12/06/23

Green arrows in a distance pointing their fingers

Driving down a lonely road

Passer-by's taking rides, planting their names in my heart

All the while I'm looking

Looking and always thinking I'm finding something

Turns out It's more of the same

Red herrings all around

telling their stories and twisting their tales

Tales of things to pass, tales of things that passed

All is true except not as it ever seems

Sometimes I've stood and wondered

if there'd ever be more to feel

or if I'd just driven past the only thing for me

that would never come back to me...

or would rush after me in a haze once it’s far too late

or in all the wrong ways

Always wondering, always asking, always seeking answers

what even is a soul mate?

and if not to them then to whom do I belong?

to myself of course but where is the real magic?

if not on those winding roads

then what on earth were those bright green auroras floating around me for?

A mirage of hazy hallucinations?

But it was real

More than once it was real

In various ways

Each real in its own way

Yet I always end up wondering:

how was it not real enough?

What more is there?

Does the fact that there’s more comfort, or scare me, or both?

Does the more leave my heart in broken dreams

Or does it stick around with me?

My greatest question I never seem to find an answer to

I just hope at least now I’ve found you