Past lives

sagestowell

Sep 12, 20221 min read

Collecting the diction of our fiction,

the feel of lovers past and gone days in the sun

liquefaction of fact into emotion

quiet seconds whispered backwards.

All at once I am at one with it all

yet on the periphery I stand

with my hands on the glass

of the window panes from our pasts.

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