Reflecting on a Backward Arrangement

Words would be nice.

Time and an anew couldn’t suffice.


Oh, the distance we’ve come and gone.


And we walk along, towards the light.

Hand in hand.

Imagined grandeur; the moments, the laughter.

Big eyes shown to absorb all and nothing.

Reflections of dim bulbs and speckled stars projected across the still water.


And we attempt polite.

Animosity:  an obsession of fixated love; existing for years ending swiftly of attrition.

And we are particles in this vast ocean of labels, judges, and expectations.

We are not so big after all, not as big as our convictions, our egos.

That’s how she goes.


Smile in the seclusion of near mirror.


Until we are succumb by dark of night.

Until the end of life, your face and thought exist in the back of my mind.


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