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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