Memories parade about in my life’s pageant

self portrait

self portrait


I’ve run so far away from you

Looking back I don’t know what I see

We were once a welcomed whole

Now we are memory fragments


From the rocky nest I flew

To catapult a hungry, weary knee

In and around many a rocky dust bowl

Our distance exploded because we were not stagnant


I ran from you heightening my view’s hue

Sipping black tea, coffee and green tea

One day hoping to reach the bucketlist southpole

I seek you now although you have not really been absent


We were once one

I will now run back to you

You are my forward pistol

Memories parade about in my life’s pageant


As we march towards death

I shall find comfort in your long storied existence


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