Straying thoughts

It's the time of the month again.
where my thoughts run astray,
far from my grasp or control.
I only find out when i notice it
isn't there.


Someone told me they were at the london bridge last summer.
Last winter, they strayed again to some faroff place.
I never knew.


Sometimes they take 2 weeks,
on most times about a month,
these days, it's unpredictable--
how long they take to arrive.

but alas, they always show up at my doorstep,
tired and stoic.
and i'd take them back,
regardless of the time.