May 21

May 21, 2015
by C
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A reluctant return, a drag
behind the motion, why?

I still think of you now
and again. A year, five, a loss

of distinction, like water,
difficult to define

or bind. Is it because
I’ve stopped trying,

trusting blindly in gravity,
sheer weight of will,

pale and barren but
exerting some pull?

Another year condensed
into a drop, the phase

changes, properties
too, but the laws

are adhered to (but
which? but whose?)

If the night were a note
I think it would be low. And

if I were a moon I think
by now I’d know.

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  3. WynterSnowe's avatar
    WynterSnowe says

    The begrudging time spent on time loss or missed. I get it. And I hear the nights music. We all get to know why when pass that wonderful place. Night skies and starry faces. We all know in some way!

    Great work! Thanks for sharing!

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