Slip Fly Away

The past days: a whirlwind

I am

Caught in.

Landing on places

By instinct,

Or much yet by impulse.

Quite careless

Bills and dues slipping off one hand,

The other holding unto ties of friendships.

Writing words
To remember.
To remind one.
To say farewell.
To anticipate the next meeting
In a far
Blurry
Future.

Keeping only to the self
The things too sweet
To be expressed.

Staying happy
In whatever
The moment
Offers.