Yellow Brick Road Trip

Not really sure...

 

Yellow brick road trip

 

I found myself—

but not where I thought

I would be.

 

I can remember a girl

that loved and laughed from

the depths of her abdomen until

it hurt to do anything else.

 

I can remember a girl

who would do something for

the sharp thrill, so she could say

she was more intimately involved

with fear than her lover.

 

I can see the painted image of her face  

and view her emotions as if they

were a planet seen through

a giant telescope—

 

But her orbit is no longer

tethered to mine.

 

I am sharing someone else’s experiences,

watching them inside my head

like one would an old movie.

 

I’m not sure what became

of that girl, but there are days

I wish she would find

me again.