spikemydrink. not

heartaches and threads of laughter
frames a geisha's memoir.
the memory
like an ink blot
dashed across
endless pages
of a meaningless and empty canvas.
do u read what she sees
can u pierce thru her veins
will you light a flame of hope
dancing on soft, white carpets
in dreams in heaven or even
here on earth.
but now she pauses. and she turns to say, goodbye
can u still run after her'
chase the wind
trying to catch her hair?
or would you simply stop and stare
not confessing yor heart's lament.