I am
dreaming of things that I can see
but I am away for the moment
the seasons are changing
and changing me
even distance can't deny
but
I know how we will be in a room together
we can no longer return to our beginning
we have no more of that time
except memory
sliver spayed on our minds wall
the street sign, the breathable sky
growing older too young
as the current pulled us to where
we had to go
the empty spaces - the sweeter ones
the summers passed and have stolen from us
yet we keep returning to the happy blur
of 113 dogwood circle
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