Does it all fade?All of this?
Poems, words, moments pressed into time?
Newness, oneness, togetherness in being-aloneness?
All of it?
It did, it does and then, it doesn't
So what lives, what loves?
What craves for shadows to hold on to in sleep?
And how did you cross this river?
I rode it too in spate,
But there you are, on the other side
Where it was gently swallowed by the sea
And all of me asks,
Will it stay with me, all of it?
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