London Poem: Day 118

13 December

I’m apprehensive –
Moving with short strides
To delay the inevitable
Transit back.
Time carries memory,
So as we recall the past
We miss the future,
And I must ask:
How am I to fit into the
Present, while the life
Between has eluded me?
We can live lost in what is
Unalterable for a while yet,
But there are still tasteless
Memories lost on me, and I’ll
Convince myself of he flavor,
In order to stall the process
Of decay. We are given to have
Taken away, and it goes on
Until we ourselves are taken away.

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