#283. lost

June 4, 2010

without a word
the little girl
draws me in
small and bouncing flirt
who pushes me
to my memories
of my own children
lost so long ago
that only their vague shapes
remain to me

is to lose
dust returns
to us
and it becomes
nearly impossible
to locate a specific time
when gain is the norm
and the depression recedes.

the best care to take
is of each other.

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