Monday, July 8, 2013

Reaching Back





Still and silent
soft and clear,
time lends
a moment,
a tiny crevace.

The heart's
pulse
to process
and see...

A face--
gone,
missing,
taken away.

The mind's eye
waited.
But opportunity
lost.

Chance allowed none of it.

That creamy face,
the infectious laugh
all gone.

Opportunity vanquished;
lesson learned.

Seeing and longing,
in stillness,
living
in appreciation
for what once
was,
and what can
no longer
be.


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