Sunday, May 26, 2024

Morsels of moments





We can't go back, pick up, pieces

Anymore

Than we can jump ahead 

To when we

Were nowhere

Together.


It was just right

After I left

A landing, a ledge

Caught me 

You fell past me

In a dream

Blood-stained hands


Grasping.

There was a river.

The sound conjures the divide

How it carries those times

And places

Elsewhere.

You got carried away

I took another way


Anyone's guess


To the sea, 

ultimately


Never again

One 

and the same.


Painting by David Cox -' On the Conway River, North Wales' - Google Art Project, date unknown in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons. .

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