we cannot live deep in the past
for we will miss what is deeply present, surrounding us, in this realm of now
and yet we cannot live deep in the future
for those moments become stretched and distorted
like the glowing crimson R of the subway train I need to catch,
appearing as more of a D,
perhaps to prompt me :
Drive on.
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when our lives all end, our voices speak our last words
it is those fragments of memory
which eternalize us.
it is those photographs, those letters,
those Instagrams, those messages
those intensely clear moments of awareness
that you, my love, are alive, breathing.
you are as you are,
not as you once were,
and not as you will once be.
simply you, now, here, quiet, breathing - still.
