Thursday, November 23, 2017

Locket

Worn around the neck of memory
Kept safe in an enclosed space
Times and actions known only to us
Memories shared and a hidden life lived
In fits and starts over stolen time
The gap widens with each season
As leaves appear and wither and fall
What lives do we lead now?
Could it have been better
In another way?
Could it have been possible
To live the impossible?
A cottage on the beach
A quiet place
Is still there somewhere
Beyond any place we can see

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