The internal monolog, salient images,
won’t translate into written language,
mankind’s boon for communicating
Yes, I see,
clearly as if on screen,
not like stagnant memory,
avatars of me along the way.
Could I bespeak her,
become companion, trusted friend
at these small moments fraught
with inchoate destiny such that my psyche
keeps to reappear as if to engage
with fresh senses?