eighteen ~

tornadoday

whathavewebecome

there’s nothing left
to understand
nothing more to promise
no vow of recollection –
verses without rhyme
do you remember
anything
of every breath
remaining
a whisper of forgiveness
when arriving at the shore
did you think
I had forgotten
misplaced my faithful
longing –
a day reserved for turning ’round
backwards into now

. . .

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