Here it sits

Longing.
Thoughts held,
suspended.
Feelings distilled.
Object memory
in dusty box.
Waiting in its pregnancy.
Time makes it swell.
Time is no friend.
Holding it, for now,
and forever, it seems.
It should be gone.
But here it sits in
longing, pain and regret.

 

10/3/2018

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