Gone

All the versions

Of ourselves

We try to forget

And you struggle to remember

How you got here

And all the awkward

Conversations

You held so tight

The connotations

The invitations

The desperate flight

They are all suddenly

Sand in a jar

Soon to be

Gone

Gone

Gone in the wind

And suddenly

We are older

And trying to remember

How many steps forward we made

And to all of the steps back

Hoping we have enough time

To climb back up again….

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