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There was not enough time

in that embrace

and it didn’t matter how tightly

or loosely

We held it;

the seconds spent too quickly

and back to life –

relentless mover –

away

and on.

 

It was a dream

that fades too fast after waking –

exits brought by open eyes –

and my scramble searching mind

like a child, lost at a park,

tries to recall

the feel of muscle ‘neath material,

and see the simultaneous synapse of gaze,

delving down,

past the black, glass pools of our selves,

to the place our memory is kept,

and where the spirit seeps out,

and into one another.

 

did we

did we even look at each other?

did we even see

how we are

who we are

now?

 

Give me minutes please,

to reach and to savor

what the heart missed in those seconds as they were spent.

 

It is the currency of life –
the present, ever-fading –

 

here
so swiftly
and gone
even faster.

 

 

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