Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Dear Narrator

How she’s moved on

Far from him, close to another

Boarded on and off the train.

Life shifts them around

Just like on a Ouija board

And it is a cursed one.

Now they're at opposite ends

And are doomed hereafter.

If both their hands plaid the game,

Who made the wrong move?

None, and faith ran its course?

He'll blame her for a lifetime

The sole reason for his downfall.

“Give me a rematch and second chance”

Her young hands just followed along

He remembers when they gently lifted

“I should have listened to you”

He shifted wrong, right into a pit

But she told him neither lost

“So I listen tonight

And I hear my own thoughts”

Why did you write this in my voice?