Always

A promise between eyes,

Remembering. 

Summer laughter,

Wind through the dry reeds,

The soft snapping of campfire. 

Holding on to shadows,

Choked by regret,

Degraded and fractured–

But not yet gone. 

Bare feet on the grass, 

Pale moonlit mornings,

Taking shelter against the rain. 

Tomorrow will soon be today. 

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