So much has happened
In the time it took
To find the words
So much I could now be doing instead
The dishes sit stinking
The laundry mouldering
The people queuing have gone on their way
Ideas are fading
Love has given up
Paths have turned to ruts
And still I sit here
trying to find the words
that will give enough substance
to a moment I may have only imagined
so that it may tie me to this life.


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