A PATH THROUGH

Years hold the pictures

as youth

fills in where legs

ran forever

 

warm days touch

the side of faces

in a silent act

 

empty chairs hold shadows

several times removed

their song is a

story of before

where fondness waits

for no one

 

the clock of seasons

protects the secrets

of dreams we keep

 

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