Footnotes of Time

Cadence of flashbacks

sifting through words,

time’s imprints resonate

perfume of my past,

lingering in the pages.

My truth lies

in the footnotes

of my own life in

sacred hallowed place.

I wish to leave

my own noise –

not the footnotes

of your happiness,

stifled in blind alleys.

I write my own ending

in footnotes of time,

parallel lines

released from own hands.