Time undoes itself
like an old man
who struggles to recall
why he left the house,
so he returns home
baffled and incomplete.
Each moment contains
its own distractions—
a turning away,
as if embarrassed
to be recognized
as someone else.
There is no time
to recoup, other
than what remains:
a gathering, like lovers
holding each other
against the dark
longing not to be alone.
(April 16, 2018)
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