The Frisbee

The Frisbee goes flying; comes flying
He struggles hard to catch
The remains of him on the deserted island
Take their guard; to match.

To match his struggle, that is.
And he remembers her then, and curses himself
Because the remains, of those times with her then,
He can’t recollect, and is distracted.

Distracted so much so that
He misses the Frisbee but by a whisker
And he remembers then, that
Back then; she pronounced a vivid whisper.

He struggles hard to concentrate
And achieves some peace
As he succeeds in catching her straight
The Frisbee: one piece.

And the peace dissolves the very next moment
As he throws her away: one piece,
In the same moment he caught her;
The Frisbee, I mean.
Perhaps, she’s meant to be
Released as soon as she’s caught.
The Frisbee, I mean.