buttered steak in a dorm
Surprising when but not what
Will emerge in your head
On their own schedule
Unpublished unsaid
Folding mayo in tuna,
Today it's rhyme form --
fragments and flashes,
buttered steak in a dorm
You make the right choice
Do your best at the time,
Unaware your whole life
Will turn on that dime.
Avenues at your back
Too late to explore,
There was something else
You were compelled toward.
You can even feel fine
about the turns you made,
but some scenes resurface
As they unevenly fade
Degrading traces
who you were then--
only blurs and faces,
breakups, lost friends.
Those people so central,
Turn, drift, sometimes die
Was there a moment you missed
to pause and ask why?
Queries echo and chatter
Their schedule, your mind,
As your own brain
Will gently unwind