There is this weight of you
I feel it even though it is not near
I can sense the presence of something past.
A sliding door of what ifs and maybes,
a "time will tell"" or "we'll see"
Life’s greatest gift is the way the mind travels in time.
The dark matter churning you forward or back
to learn or unlearn this and that.
I have learned and unlearned so many things since I knew you.
I have unlearned how to be what I was, and relearned what I am.
Which is the woman that today
enjoys the smile that will play
around my lips thinking of the past
and enjoying what is today.
Thank you for the memory, and the feeling it brings.

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