The sands of time make a heavy trove
a chest unlocks and heaves
a sigh -
I see you
in the glimpses between
in sunlight and blue skies
in white sand and surf
in counting knots
in sweet abandon
in memory and music
I close my eyes, or leave them open
it matters, not
as it dissolves today and ten years ago -
I edit my life
in a blink.
I am happy
and thoughts of you
in breezeblocks
are best left unaltered;
would that they could be washed away
by the tide of time
and the keeping of a life
much richer for having had you in it
but all the more so for not;
Cognitive dissonance swells
memory cements
as life informs wisdom
and impulse slips by
a chest unlocks and heaves
a sigh.
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