I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
there:
occasion

Had life’s purpose been to dream
I would’ve been the queen

But ‘stead I am mere begger
melting in sun’s sweet beam

Fly away my dearest
to that place you cherished here
fly away as if to meet
a newfound atmosphere

And as I feel the wrath
of times we’d yet to reach
May I tread that path
and life to me you’ll teach.