for future nostalgias

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.