Not a simple time
But easy enough
To overwhelm with wishing
Wondering wistfully
Waiting, worried
For what we haven't got,
Never had,
And somehow lost

Our future swallowed and sown
By the innocence past,
Playful and incomplete.
With long drawn out moments
Pregnant with meaningless purpose
And now the seeds planted
Unknowingly and knowingly
Have come to ripen
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What shall we reap?

I didn't know
who I would become
when my heart burst out of my chest with longing

I only knew the urgency
of clenching raw red
pumping from that organ
to extremities

sending signals
sensing sideways
in time

letting that storm settle
over the dry rocky landscape
of years
is my only regret