time comes
it goes
a day a month
a year a decade
vanishing
like so much dust
carried away
through an open window
leaving fragments
of images events faces
long forgotten
to reappear
out of context
a life lived
in segments
over time
always
over time
which has the habit
of slipping
away
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Thank you.
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Timely!
A rather grim reality check.
New Year’s does that to me.