Forever ago

I write the elegy

For forever ago

Sepia in memory



that one Friday morning

the way your legs were rested

The background noises

a car outside

the draft from the open door

the brick, moved

the light through frosted windows

Arbitrary pine needles 



soft English singers 

That score 

the boarding school dreams 

a few pine needles 

Caught in time


came and went too quickly

A cold morning


I loved you 

all the arbitrary 

all that came and went 

In each small moment 

that is forever ago


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