Every step,
every tear,
is another you,
another person I remember,
another memory,
trickling down my cheek.
Experiences, life,
clear as day,
fading as is the moonlight.
I pause, for relief,
in shadow,
cleansing myself,
of not just you, but others,
of memories, of experiences,
I'm not ready for,
of life, I am not ready to live.
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good morning,
sleepy, gravely, welcoming.
a stray arm,
a random smile,
a warmth,
persisting into the day.
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Young, old,
A number
Random, immaterial.
Wise, foolish
Experiences form a web
That easily ensnares
That preys on those
Not concerned w/age
But life lived.
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