I run my hands over and over
The well-tread comfort of
Lines breaks in the wrong places
I’m on the wrong wavelength
Missing what is not yet gone
And for all of the moments I have
Wished I could freeze up time
There are a thousand others
When I am sure it is frozen
As the icicles squeeze my senses
Tighter by the second
And now I’m staring into the eyes
Of my former self
Following the dotted lines
Like a poem that has already
Been written for me
Everything changes.
Everything will change.
But it already has.
Every moment, the cells in my body
Keep regenerating
A cycle as old as the world
As it spins,
A little faster
With every passing year.
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