What Remains

Fractured limbs
Bear witness to
The countless hours
Spent dreaming,
Swinging,
Tied to earth
And you.

What remains,
Eternal in my heart,
Grateful
For your silent witness
To childhood.

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Like Sand Through Fingers

Two become one.

One become three.

Three become four.

 

Four become five,

Six then gone.

 

Three, one.

Five, three.

None of these

how it’s meant to be.

 

Like sand through fingers,

people slip.

Gritty sameness,

the tide repeats.