-How time goes by and leaves, us
here with faded memories, a scent
that does not easily disappear,
all the while the sun continues,
traveling down, burrowing itself behind
the fallen clouds, leaving behind your
wrinkled brow, was it then, indecision,
that makes you think back now.
The missteps taken in the dusk of day,
and how so slowly, in the dying light, you
watched the spark of possibility fade away
even as your throat choked, longing
to cry out, and you swallowed hard, dry
-the salty mixture, cascading on your lips,
watching the world change through blurry eyes.
Even now, as the sun sits above the fallen clouds.
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