When you are tired enough to
quietly step into the night.
Your only concern should be,
that the path you take
was for you and you only.

His graceful fingers softly brushed
over my thigh in a languid stroke,
sending a parade of shivers along. 
Slanting him a sideways glance, 
meeting blue sky experience
embedded in a roadmap of life weariness.
With a crooked smile and a raised
eyebrow he simply stated;
-Had we been born in the same era
I’d make **** sure these legs 
would never walk out on me.

The imprint of his hand stayed 
as a melancholic afterthought
long after I had wrapped up
the meeting and left for the airport.
Unfortunately the flight 
did not include time travel,
which has been a top priority
on my wish-list lately...

All my life I've been lost.
And all my life
I hoped to be found.

Is it a state of mind,
to always stay behind when advancing?
To deliberately lose stephold when gaining ground.
Does it mean loss of an era when reaching a new beginning?

I've always suspected I'm an alien.
Lately I figured out,
that I'm an earthling
lost in space.