sometimes
all I need is one soft cadence to bring me back to my senses
and my senses back to some other time
when you were here with me
here to see the light break free of the seductive clouds
that slowly dim the days into patterns
and I am not left to be
the gray she takes me away
and I forget sometimes
not your face
or your voice
but the warmth you bring
the color and the contrast
and the days pass
and it all becomes to me a
beautiful mess of memories and anticipations
but for now these must suffice me
Memories and Anticipations
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