There was a time
that remains as a moment
frozen in a vignette
that plays over and over
in an endless loop.
At times that time
remains in its box,
waiting to be played again.
The stage is set,
the music is low
and the stars are bright above.
Right on cue the door opens
I walk inside…there you are,
ever young, smiling in anticipation,
seeming to know how it all begins,
and I know too.
No one considers the end.
Where have you been for all of this lifetime?
Your presence is oddly familiar.
We know each other in a way eternal.
That loop has been here before,
paused on a turntable, soft and enduring.
© Sometimes, 2016
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yes. I’m clearing out my notebooks again… lol
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