I lied. <br />I did not mean to but the moment took over, <br />And now I’m covering tracks, <br />Shuffling crisp leaves with my hand over where my story came. <br />I’ve missed a spot. <br />I cried. <br />I did not mean to but the moment took over, <br />And now I’m clearing the tracks of tears, <br />Smoothing my hand over clear crystal on moist cheeks. <br />I’ve missed a spot. <br />I tried. <br />I really meant to but the moment took over, <br />And now I’m losing track of well-wishers to avoid, <br />Smiling curtly or turning away, it’s them I pretend <br />Not to spot. <br />I’m not satisfied- <br />I mean, with letting the moment take over, <br />And now I’m tracing the steps of many a track, <br />Setting my hands over the blank page to write- it’s clear, <br />Not a spot.<br /><br />Way Lenn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-the-moment/
