Intrusive Thoughts

Sometimes the thought strikes

And my heart spikes

I could make a work of art

Limbs wrenched apart

Fashion a patchwork

On the trackwork

A collage of pieces

Spend an eon in the creases

Observing the commuter crawl

Forgotten but part of it all

Maybe I’d miss the cherry blossoms

Soaked in the midday sun

Or the meet-cute between two strangers

Who pass on a morning run

Or the way the sky makes the most change

Right before the sun breaks

And the clouds become a watercolour page

Isn’t that what a day makes?

So I swallow it down

And internally drown

But it’s more for you

Cause I know what it’d do

If I were to depart

In a way that made ‘art’

It would leave scars

Like parked cars

On narrow streets

Of competing traffic

It would plague your mind

And I’d hate to find

Your own silent shout

With crimson-stained grout

Like a rhyme of my name

No, I won’t be to blame.

Because what if you missed the cherry blossoms

Soaked in the afternoon sun

Or the cute smiles between two lovers

Who chat on their morning run

Of the way the sky makes the most changes

Right before the sun sets

And the clouds become stained pages

Isn’t that why we avoid regrets?