lifetimes
come in, come
in!
such a pleasant
surprise, this
sunshine at my
doorstep!
excuse the
dust, the clutter
we must …
but first, coffee?
tea?
please, sit
YOU are here
you ARE here
you are HERE
remember when?
what happened
to?
did you ever?
cascading thoughts
overlapping
sentences
avalanche of
words
babel, but not
laughing
through tears
healing through
scars
lives re-lived
echoes
from a lifetime of yesterdays
converge in the now
this moment,
the two of us
sitting at a
kitchen table
with memories
etched on its surface,
holding court
to a lifetime
of tomorrows
*from the files
of very bad poetry by bia
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