We cannot touch

what we have left behind:


tears and years have fled

in drama. No regrets


‘’No regrets’’


She dips her head &



A lie!


We cannot smell the scent

of yesterday, those summer’s


stretch behind like lace:

a dragonfly, a hummingbird


a beach of coral, so many

’You’’ & ‘’I’’ 


I try to listen to those years

a snatch of song, a young man’s


stride; a key in yielding lock

a whisper in the night.


We cannot see, what’s left behind

a solstice moon, a furtive fox


my dreams, where love comes back

to haunt me.  A photo in a frame,


those struggles to the death have

vanished now in peace.


Here time marks us with its stamp

so dearly won.


I cannot taste you now

a sherbet in the shade


a hint of salt

on waning wave


I cannot reach you now

but with these words





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