from out of time – 1


His favorite song starts playing in another room

and the faint sound breezes

its way into my ear

A simple memory comes into view,

like a faithful glow

from out of time,

quiet and slow in its flow…

My hand lifts up

aiming to catch meaning

beneath the blear.

But the light sails away…away from my fingers

as if drifting past a heart

that’s evading to remember,

though lingering still

around the breath and feel

of the music which keeps

him near.

Falling from a Star

— geena, july 2017



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