Changing

Another you

By day,

Flautist by night.

Briefly a song,

Now this.

Full moon,

Not a soul

To howl at it.

A white flag,

Phantom itch.

By the river

A sound’s amiss.

Not ever that,

Always this.

©Aaysid

“When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.”
Stephen King, Joyland