There’s a moment of shade for
A chance to reflect familiar breezes and
places of safety integrated from youth.
Deep nostalgia draws exiles of thought
searching for an outpost nearby,
though just out of reach.
It’s the thread left behind. A footprint
of passage, the search to discover
the end where there are layers of dust and
words. The space of ancestry is the void
between the lines, the shadow we carry
to the other side.
Enduring prevents the loss of soul.
Forever is only infamous if you survive.