Staring at the words
As they stare back at me
I confront once more
What slips through my fingers so readily
The touch of a long-lost love
Her face in my mind now half-gone to time
As we clumsily remove each other's clothes
And pretend we know what to do
The boisterous laugh of a friend now years-departed
Taken too young by a cruel and violent end
Frozen in time
Spared from gradual decline
Being held in one arm by my mother, bouncing
As she chases my older brothers through the living room
Safe in the casual chaos
Of my every glimmering, brand-new moment
"I remember like it was yesterday"
I reflect on the words again
As I turn another wrinkled page
And then I stop.
Today is Wednesday,
Not Tuesday.
And just like that
Another day
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