IMPRESSIONS

you enter a room

I face the fact of your existence

Outside my head

All these years………..

In  pressed,

Clothes of your choice

Tied shoe laces

And in a space with

No reminders of me ………..

I protected my eyes

Deep inside their lids

Behind the crowd

Wind was free

Opening all those doors…….

You were so happy to be

Questioned…..

Though you had no answers

Except for one poem

That was  never yours