the ghosts of tomorrow

are here and gone

like words that lose their meaning


then recovered

later, redefined

loss is when we learn what we have

and it’s never

what we were trying for

for to live

is loss


is to live

the rains fall

then the snow

a paradise of storm

weighing heavily


all we know

allowing time

to enjoy

what we could never



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