Old time

for each of you - and I
together, or forever apart

there is no going back
to our very memory

made up 
unfinished and strewn,
these old poems

why am I even
so terribly, terribly
in love with old time

events that never took place
places that never were

the conundrum that,
endlessly used to be

diving right in, 
or waiting it out

all the wrong times
throwing reciprocation 
to the wind

and the right ones,
hesitating far too long

a lifetime’s worth


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