Slo-Mobious Strip

In the end, it’s just like

the beginning.

Slow and relentless,

repeating.

The same questions,

Do they like me?

Do they think of me?

Am I being silly?

The same answers,

No,

No,

Yes.

A cycle of motion

turning in infinity

as fast as molasses

in winter, but not as tangy.

The mistakes in slow-motion,

the joys going too fast,

in constant pull,

incorrigible.

The same questions,

Does she like me?

Does she think of me?

Am I being silly?

Repeating,

Slow and Relentless,

the beginning

it’s just like the end.