window views of perfection

she once told her,
live. taste a million things 
because no matter what 
you do, anything can happen. 

now she lives, but not
alongside her, not
the way she imagined it all.

she wonders if living has
a meaning;
why her living is full of
epiphanies and not mistakes.

and trains might never
arrive, but
if they do, she'll never miss them.


Priya said...

This is really nice... I especially like the last stanza.

Anonymous said...

I love the last stanza!

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