Sunday, August 14, 2016
Lost Light
Scoffing at those who reveled
In high-school feats year
After year, I’ve always let
That go, knowing we don’t
Remember as they wish
But should we? I’ve run
Ahead not looking back,
Changing to being comfortable,
Accumulating new concepts,
Sweeping the old ones away.
With her near me I’ve relished
Year after year, planning our
Way into great age. To be
Sure I’ve lost loved ones,
Dogs die young. I can’t recall
Now which one lay where
When we curled up on the
Floor to sleep. I snap awake,
Shocked by darkness, unable
To hear the sound of her
Laughter, the look of her smile.
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