Through the city windows throb
music and voices from a life
that is not mine,
though the tendrils of connection
from my past
still reach deep into my psyche,
and the allure
of living that life
with the skills I have now
tickles my dreams.
But my face in the mirror shows me
this life is as far removed from me
as those voices,
close across the narrow street,
stories and walls away.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2013
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