Antojitos 3^[1]

Somewhere, lost in time or space, is a place that I long for, a place where I belong, a place I should have been in.  Somewhere, lost without a face, is the person I should be.  A person lost deep inside of me or alive in a place so distant that it’s impossible to see.

Glimpses and hints or just imagination seem to tantalize me from hidden realms around the corner.  Lost opportunities gather there with lost friends and former lovers.  Waiting to see what I’ll become, grieving for what I’ve failed to attain, straining for times that will never come again.

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[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Ocala, Florida, 1998; all rights reserved