the present is like a needle's eye
as our threadlike life slips it by
we can sew down our memories
but the toughest seams snap eventually
people come, then people go
an ephemeral meeting, inevitably
so before you leave i want you to know
this time with you means forever to me.
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Wow, I was un-PEAR-PEAR'ed for this. Going back to poetry, I see.
ReplyDeleteSpool's are cool :>
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