2018

It is the beginning of the end
as we prepare to return.

A year that I am already forgetting,
the faces, the papers, the poems
and the pain, all fade from memory,
like her voice full of tears…or was
it love?

A year of passing, but of passing to
what?

I am no closer, no closer at all.

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