Near one hundred seasons are gone
As if in a breath
The mantel clock
Meticulously ticked every second while
Me, too distracted to notice
I look in the mirror, a thousand faces later
I wear the one much worse for wear
You as well. Still I’ve seen inside you
Where the real beauty is
Memories get scrumbled in the brain
We shouldn’t trust them
But we hold them tight
Like our first teddy bear
Or like Mother as she passes over
Because that’s all we have
No, but that’s a lie
We have a lake of feelings
That we dammed up
And let out just a few tears at a time
And quickly wiped away
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