I fear I have wondered too often from the path
but I keep returning.
That must mean something.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Fading

More remote become
the years the memories
Harder to recall
the little details

Things once so important
love affairs heartbreaks
pains losses
births deaths
grandmothers mothers
fathers sisters brothers
gone long ago

Did we ever think
they would fade so?
A dream is the only place
they come to call
So real there
down to my son's baby curls
or a precious lover's skin

On waking
I am startled to see
where I am
Oh this is my life now

That other one is gone
Sadness for things lost
but surprise at how it fades by day

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