Halfway through, or more, and looking backwards

In my favorite photos, you’re always smiling
and in the dreams I wake to remember,
you’re quick to hold my hand,
but then, somewhere in the liminal space,
I feel the pillow and you letting me go…

I never used to forget so many things.
Many numerous things.
So very many numerous things
     before I even realized
          what was being lost.

Intestinal things.
The only place
where I can think
about the things
is under warm water.

Celestial and eternal things.
umerous things.
s things.
gs.
.

Halfway through, or more, and looking backwards

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