Stopping the slide of time.
Hiding in plain sight
The story of our life
Written in a fading hand.
Worn smooth
Like a penitent's step
We knew the storm was coming.
Translate the past
To brighten the future,
It's just the beginning.
Peering over earl grey or darjeeling,
Where else would we go?
My history and yours
Joined together and apart.
Drive, sit, drift, move on.
The untimeliness of death.
Memory's doors a locked casket.
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