Thursday, August 4, 2016

Friends, Ends

They never planned to lose their color.
But as the years wore on, abrading them –
they’d closed their eyes to noticing

that they were fading, drying, draining –
drip by drip were growing duller. Through
increments of inattention to each other,

they eventually lost all sense they were
evading just those prods to love they
once, unthinking, had insisted on –

the flow that kisses us back into life
had turned, unuttered, from a blink ago
to “then” to “way back when.”


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