Lost

Hours pass

into days

then years

disappear

beached on the

whale of time.

I see you

as you used

to be:

laughing in

the midnight

streets:

a hand upon

a shoulder

you

turn to me.

We fade

to days

then years

pass

on the beach

of who we

used to be.

Now ‘two’

are only

‘one’

& one

has

disappeared.

Hours swim

into days

& the

years

breathe

‘difficle’.

Somewhere

in my dreams

a midnight

street

we are as

we used to be:

laughing.

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