All that awaits
are the memories
All that’s left
still unclaimed
All that I treasure
lay buried inside
All in those choices
— unmade
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Living in the future. A poem so true of many. Lovely
Thanks Soren.
You're welcome Kurt
Living in the future instead of living in the now, enjoyed the read
Thanks again, PL.
You are very welcome
Kurt, what a powerful piece. The simplicity gives it weight...each line folding into the next like memory itself. It's haunting...not loud, just quietly relentless. Beautifully done. 🌹👏
I'm honored. Thank you.
You are most welcome, my friend!
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